A Wedding Gift for You

During the first few days of my business trip, Bernard video-called me every night. Aside from saying he missed me and asking when I would return, most of our conversations were about how Anne frustrated him.

He told me she stayed up late, cooking a midnight snack, and nearly set the kitchen on fire, forcing him to clean up and cook for her instead.

He said Anne was careless with her things, leaving her face wash and lotion scattered on the bathroom counter, so he always had to put them away.

Apparently, Anne had also come down with a fever and ordered him around like a maid, demanding water and medicine. Because of her, he missed an important work meeting.

He mentioned that Anne, trying to thank him for buying her medicine, made him breakfast but accidentally used the wrong seasoning, resulting in oddly sweet scrambled eggs.

Bernard had let her take over most of our talks without realizing it. He hadn't complained about her lack of boundaries in a long time. And though his words sounded irritated, there was an unspoken closeness in how he spoke about her.

It unsettled me. So, I hurried through my work, eager to return as soon as possible. But everything changed before I could return.

One night, while working at my computer, Bernard called me out of the blue on video.

In the dim light, his face looked tense as he told me Anne had lost the diamond ring he'd bought for me. She'd asked to see it, and somehow, it had gone missing.

He'd had it custom-designed, waiting six months for its completion—2.5 carats, perfectly cut, and breathtakingly brilliant. It had cost him a lot.

"Hannah, I'm so furious I could lose my mind. She lost the ring, and when I confronted her, she got upset. She's a grown woman, yet she ran off in the middle of the night. Is she out of her mind?"

The video was too blurry to tell whether anger or worry dominated his expression. After his outburst, he frowned, restless and irritated.

I was about to speak, but he cut me off. "Forget it. I need to go find her."

The video call ended, and the screen faded to black. In its reflection, I saw my own face, pale and drawn from too many sleepless nights of work. But Bernard never asked how I was.

I held my phone tightly, fighting back the ache in my chest as I called him and Anne repeatedly, but neither answered that night.

The endless busy signal mingled with the wind and rain outside, each unanswered moment piercing my heart. An inexplicable, creeping fear took hold of me.

One was my dearest friend since high school, and the other was the man I'd loved for four years and was about to marry. Together, they vanished into the rain that night.

I fell asleep at the desk. When I awoke, the storm had cleared. Bernard's call came through at that very moment.

His voice was raspy and weary. "Sorry, Hannah. Anne got drunk at a bar alone last night. I took her to a hotel and tried to contact you, but she broke my phone in her drunken state. Her phone died, too, so I couldn't reach you until now."

"So, are you saying neither of you could call me, and you both vanished the whole night? Fine, Bernard. Let's say it's true that you couldn't reach me right away. But where did you stay? You and Anne—"

He interrupted sharply, "What are you trying to say? Anne is your friend. I was only taking care of her because of you. Dealing with her all night was draining enough—I don't have the patience for this."

Bernard had never spoken to me so coldly in all our years together. A sob caught in my throat, and I couldn't stop the tears.

Through the phone, I could almost hear those words he'd promised me back in college—earnest and certain. "Silly you. You're my favorite person in the world. Of course, I'll always indulge you."

I had known him when his love was patient, so I could tell the difference now. The other end of the line stayed silent.

As if he'd heard me crying, Bernard's voice softened. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm just tired. I didn't mean to take it out on you. Please don't cry, okay?"

Then, as if realizing what would reassure me, he gently added, "I'll have the designer recreate the ring as quickly as possible."

I thought if I could just get back soon enough, maybe things would return to how they were. So, I pushed myself harder, scrambling until I finally managed to move my flight to our anniversary.

But while driving to Bernard's office, I discovered a sheer piece of fabric in the glove compartment. I recognized it.

Anne had once held it up in the store, smiling at her reflection. "Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?"

I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free.

Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.