The Diamond Is A Fake Day!
You didn't suspect a thing. You simply brought it in to the jeweler to have it cleaned.
"Are you in trouble? I mean financially?"
He says, "Not financially, no."
You're icing his birthday cake. Your back is to him. You don't want him to see the tears welling in your eyes. It would ruin his birthday.
"I want to know only two things," you say. "Why did you sell it? And can we get it back? If you answer those two questions, I'll never ask another."
He doesn't speak right away. The only sound to break the silence is his footsteps to the spot just behind you. In twelve years together this is the first time you've ever felt unsafe in his presence.
He says, "Did it ever occur to you that there was nothing to sell? That the ring that I bought you was a fake?"
You don't gasp. Your tears pull back behind your eyes and the stinging back there comes to a stop. You place the icing spatula in the sink and calmly walk out the front door.
When he follows you outside you're already in the street.
"Stay there on the steps," you shout to him. "If you come any closer this entire neighborhood will hear me scream."
"Honey, come on…" he says.
"Who are you?"
He lifts his arms from his sides and starts to approach you.
"Who am I?" he says. "I'm your husband. Now come inside."
"My husband didn't buy me that ring," you say. "It was my grandmother's."
His arms drop to his sides again. He takes a few more steps.
"Don't come any closer," you say.
He pulls the very realistic mask from his head and says, "Your husband is still alive. But he won't be for long. If you ever want to see him again you're going to have to trust me."
Happy The Diamond Is A Fake Day!