The moment my eyes landed on the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie’s wrist, my breath caught in my throat. I knew that bracelet. I had spent weeks searching for it and was convinced it was lost forever. But now, it was on the wrist of the nurse taking care of me.
Life had been good before I ended up in the hospital.
I’d been married to Toby for three years, and we were living a happy life.
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I worked as a consultant in a clothing store, and he had a stable job in finance. It’s not like we were rolling in money. We had enough to live comfortably.
Most nights, Toby came home exhausted. He didn’t even have time to ask me how my day went. But honestly, I never complained.
I knew he was working hard for us.
One evening, as we sat on the couch, I held his hand gently.
“I can’t wait until we have our own place,” I murmured.
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“Yeah,” he sighed. “I just need a little more time to save up. You know how expensive houses are right now.”
“I know.” I smiled. “But when we finally get it, I want a big kitchen. And a backyard.”
“For a dog?” he teased.
“For a baby,” I corrected with a grin.
His expression softened, and he kissed my forehead. “We’ll get there.”
I believed him.
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When he left for a work trip that Friday, I didn’t think much of it. His job required travel, and I had grown used to it.
I figured I’d use the weekend to deep clean the apartment.
Little did I know it was not the right decision.
I was dusting the top shelf of the hallway closet when the ladder wobbled beneath me.
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For a split second, I was weightless. And then I was falling.
The impact was instant. A sharp, searing pain shot through my right leg, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I gasped and my vision started blurring as I struggled to move.
Gritting my teeth, I reached for my phone, barely managing to swipe the screen. My fingers trembled as I dialed 911.
Minutes later, the paramedics arrived. The pain was unbearable as they lifted me onto the stretcher. I could barely keep my eyes open as they wheeled me into the ambulance.
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At the hospital, the X-ray confirmed what I already suspected. I had broken my leg.
“You’ll need to stay here for a few days,” the doctor informed me after wrapping my leg in a cast. “We need to monitor the swelling before we can send you home.”
The moment he left the room, I grabbed my phone and called Toby.
He picked up immediately. “Kate? Hey! How’s my beautiful wife doing?”
“Toby,” I whispered. “I… I broke my leg.”
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“What?” His tone shifted from playful to panicked. “How? What happened?”
I exhaled shakily. “I fell off a ladder while cleaning.”
“Jesus, Kate.” I heard rustling on the other end like he was moving around. “I’m coming home. I’ll cut my trip short.”
“No, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t even argue. I should be there with you.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Okay.”
I was still on the phone with him when the door opened. A nurse walked in.
I quickly told Toby I’d call him later and hung up.
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“You must be Kate,” the nurse said. “I’m Stephanie. I’ll be looking after you while you’re here.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a smile through my discomfort.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Stephanie assured me. “We’re going to take great care of you.”
I let out a breath, nodding. She seemed kind.
I had no idea that in just a few days, this woman would shatter everything I thought I knew about my life.
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At first, Stephanie was wonderful.
From the moment she started looking after me, she made sure I was comfortable. She checked on me regularly, adjusted my pillows when I couldn’t move properly, and even brought me an extra blanket when I mentioned feeling chilly.
“You must be tired of hospital food already,” she joked one afternoon as she handed me a tray. “I wouldn’t blame you if you refuse to eat this.”
I laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah… this is not exactly gourmet dining.”
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She grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll sneak you something better if I can.”
Over time, we started talking about our lives.
“So,” she asked one evening as she fluffed my pillows, “do you have kids?”
“Not yet,” I admitted. “My husband and I want to buy a house first, then start thinking about kids.”
She nodded. “That’s smart. Kids are expensive.”
I smiled. “What about you? Are you married?”
She shook her head. “No, but there’s someone in my life. We’re dating. Nothing serious yet.”
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“Do you think he’s the one?” I teased.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “He’s great. You know, the kind types. He’s been spoiling me lately.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “It’s nice when someone makes you feel special.”
The next day, when Stephanie walked into my room, something caught my eye.
A bracelet.
It was not just any bracelet. It was a delicate gold chain with a small heart charm, and it looked just like the one my grandmother had given me.
The same bracelet that I had lost a month ago.
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At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But then, as Stephanie rested her arm on the side table while adjusting my IV, I saw it up close.
The tiny engraving on the back of the heart charm had a little smiley face.
My grandmother had requested the jeweler for that smiley. She told me it was especially for me.
Suddenly, I felt lightheaded.
How is this even possible? I thought.
I had looked for it everywhere, and I was convinced I had misplaced it. But now, it was there. On my nurse’s wrist.
“That’s a beautiful bracelet,” I said, forcing a smile. “Where did you get it?”
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Stephanie glanced down, then smiled. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“That’s sweet,” I said. “When did he give it to you?”
“A month ago.”
My fingers gripped the hospital blanket.
Suddenly, memories flooded back.
I had been getting ready for a party. I had done my makeup and reached for my jewelry box when I realized my bracelet was missing.
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“Toby, have you seen my bracelet?” I asked, rummaging through the drawers.
“You probably left it somewhere,” he said.
“But it’s always in my jewelry box.”
He sighed, glancing at his watch. “Kate, we’re getting late. Just wear something else.”
His reaction had felt off at the time, but I let it go, thinking I had misplaced it.
Now, as I stared at the bracelet on Stephanie’s wrist, the pieces started clicking into place.
Toby had taken it.
And he had given it to Stephanie.
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Before I could say anything else, I needed to be sure.
My heart pounded as I reached for my phone. I quickly scrolled through my photos until I found one of Toby and me from our anniversary dinner.
Then, I turned the screen toward Stephanie.
“Is this your boyfriend?” I asked.
She glanced at the photo, her smile lingering for a brief second before fading.
“How do you know him?” she asked, confused.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Because that’s my husband.”
Silence.
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Her eyes darted back to the bracelet on her wrist, and then back to me.
“Wh-what do you mean? Your husband?” she asked. “I… I don’t understand.”
“I’m saying that Toby is not just your boyfriend,” I explained. “He’s my husband. And that bracelet? It was mine before he stole it and gave it to you.”
Stephanie took a shaky step back, crossing her arms. “That… that can’t be true. He wouldn’t do that to me.”
“He’s been doing it to me for months,” I said bitterly. “You just didn’t know.”
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“No…” she said. “He told me he was single. He never mentioned a wife.”
I almost laughed. “Of course, he didn’t.”
Stephanie’s breathing grew uneven as she processed everything. Then, her expression hardened.
“I can’t believe this,” she exhaled sharply. “I can’t believe I trusted him.”
I met her gaze as a plan formed in my mind.
“If you’re willing to help me, we can make him confess when he comes here tonight,” I suggested. “He said he’d be back from his trip today.”
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“What do you have in mind?” she asked.
“We call the cops,” I said. “And when he comes in, we make him admit to what he did.”
“Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll do it.”
Then, she took the bracelet off her wrist and handed it to me.
“It’s yours,” she whispered. “Keep it.”
***
That evening, Toby arrived at the hospital. He looked frantic and exhausted as he rushed to my bedside.
“Kate, baby, I got here as soon as I could,” he said, brushing his hand over mine. “How are you feeling?”
I studied him carefully.
He was the same man who had been my husband for three years. The man I had trusted. The man who had stolen from me and lied straight to my face.
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Before I could respond, the door opened.
Two police officers walked in, followed by Stephanie.
“What’s going on?” Toby asked, his face filled with confusion.
Stephanie stepped forward and pointed at my bracelet. “She says you stole that from her and gave it to me.”
Toby’s brows shot up. “What?”
The officer looked at me. “Ma’am, is it true?”
Before I could answer, Stephanie’s voice cut in. “No. It’s not true. I don’t have any bracelet. I don’t know why she thinks her husband is interested in me.”
I couldn’t believe it. Was this the same woman who had just agreed to expose Toby? The same woman who had seemed just as betrayed as I was?
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“See?” Toby let out a nervous chuckle. “This is ridiculous. I don’t even know what this is about.”
I was still reeling from the betrayal when I heard it.
A sigh.
Then, a quiet, shaky voice.
“Alright… I did it.”
I snapped my head toward Toby, watching as he ran a hand down his face, his expression defeated.
“I stole the bracelet,” he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. “I took it from Kate’s jewelry box and gave it to Stephanie.”
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“Toby!” Stephanie shouted. “No!”
But he ignored her.
“I met her at a bar one night after an argument with Kate,” he confessed. “It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but… things happened. I took the bracelet because I thought Kate wouldn’t notice. But she did.”
I heaved a sigh of relief.
The officers exchanged glances before one of them spoke. “Ma’am, do you want to press charges?”
I looked at Toby. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.
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“No, officer,” I said. “I don’t want to press any charges.”
Toby’s head lifted slightly in surprise.
“I’m not going to ruin your life,” I said. “But I’m not going to stay in it either.”
Once the officers left, I turned to Stephanie.
“What the heck was that?” I yelled at her. “What were you trying to do?”
“I’m… I—”
“Get out!” I shouted. “Just get out of this room. Now!”
She hesitated, but then she nodded and left without another word.
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Toby stepped closer and tried to apologize. “Kate, I—”
“Don’t.” My voice was calm. “Just leave.”
His eyes filled with regret, but I didn’t care anymore.
He walked out, and that was the last time I saw him. Our divorce was finalized soon after.
Leaving him wasn’t easy. Letting go of the life I had built wasn’t easy. But I had no choice. I couldn’t stay with someone who had betrayed me so deeply.
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Unemployed dad with face tattoo rejects 45 job offers since going viral with desperate work plea
A teenage father with ‘DEVAST8’ tattooed across his face is ‘waiting for the right job offer’ after his desperate plea for work went viral – and he has revealed he will be getting the jailhouse ink lasered off.
Mark Cropp, 19, from New Zealand, took to social media on Wednesday afternoon to beg someone to look past his criminal convictions and heavily-tattooed face and give him a chance at work.
Within hours he had been inundated with job offers and said he had ‘stopped counting when he reached 45’.
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Mark ‘Devast8’ Cropp (pictured) has revealed that he has turned down 45 job offers since his story went viral
The 19-year-old (pictured) had taken to social media in frustration that his face tattoos were preventing him from finding work
But he told Daily Mail Australia he still hadn’t ‘done a day’s work’.
‘I am just waiting for the right one to come about,’ he said.
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Some of the jobs required him to have his own car – he clarified – but he will need help getting to the work site.
‘Until I get my first paycheck and get a car I won’t be able to get myself around,’ he said.
The former criminal revealed he will be getting the artwork – designed by his brother after a night of drinking home brew in jail – removed as soon as possible.
‘A week before I got out I taped a picture of my face to the inside of an envelope so my partner could see it – she was devastated – but now she likes it and can’t see me without it,’ Cropp (pictured, right) said
Man with DEVAST8 tattoo speaks about trying to get a job
‘I am just working out a date to get it taken off – which sucks because it is going to hurt,’ he said.
‘And because, you know, this tattoo means something to me and my brother did it for me so it is hard to make the decision to get rid of it.
‘But I know it is the best thing for my future – and I want to be a person my family can look to for support.’
The artwork was designed to make him ‘look tough’ when he landed in jail following a long string of violent behaviour.
This image shows Cropp (pictured) before the face tattoo which made him go viral on social media
‘And because, you know, this tattoo means something to me and my brother did it for me so it is hard to make the decision to get rid of it,’ he said
Mark and girlfriend Taneia Ruki got together a year before he was sent to prison
It was meant to be a ‘little one along the jawline,’ but the pair got carried away after drinking home brew made from fermented apples, sugar and bread.
‘I went into jail with four tattoos and I came out with a full body suit,’ he said.
But the face tattoo was the biggest shock to his family.
‘A week before I got out I taped a picture of my face to the inside of an envelope so my partner could see it – she was devastated – but now she likes it and can’t see me without it.’
DEVAST8 happens to be the 19-year-old’s nickname.
Mark Cropp (pictured) told Daily Mail Australia he is still waiting for the right job to come along
Cropp (pictured) says the face tattoo was supposed to be small but he and his brother got carried away after drinking homebrew
‘I was going through a rough patch’: Teen with DEVAST8 jail tattoo
‘I would end up devastating everyone I met or got close to.
‘They would be disappointed with something I had done or said – I was always hearing “that’s devastating”,’ he said.
But he hopes the devastating chapters of his life are over – erased along with the ink on his face.
‘I have learnt from my mistake,’ he said.
‘I still don’t think people should be judged by the tattoos on their face – but I know it will keep happening unless I do something about it.’
Before his final desperate plea on Facebook the teenager said people had ‘laughed in (his) face’ when he had asked for work.
The tattoo was drawn with a homemade gun which used a needle made from the spring of a pen and powered by a cassette player.
Plastic knives and forks are burnt to a black plastic powder and mixed with toothpaste and water to create the ink.
The teenager has been out of jail for two weeks.
Mark has also been offered laser therapy to remove the tattoo and will have his first session on Tuesday (pictured right with partner)
The New Zealander (pictured) has been out of jail for two weeks and says he has learnt from his mistake
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