My Husband Had His Secretary Pick Up Our Wedding Ring—So I Sent Them Both to Jail Chapter 1

Three years into our marriage, my husband, David, now a major success, decided it was time to finally buy our wedding rings.

But before the custom rings were even ready, I got a call from the jewelry store.

"Mrs. Hayes, if the ring isn't comfortable, you can bring it back anytime for adjustment."

I was completely baffled. I hadn’t even picked up the rings yet, how would I know if they were comfortable?

I immediately called David to ask, but he stammered and mumbled.

"How would *I* know? The jewelry store staff must have made a mistake, called the wrong number!"

"Don't worry, I've paid the deposit. If they can't deliver, I'll go settle the score with them myself!"

My blood ran cold. I instantly knew something far more complicated was going on.

David Hayes, so you get a little money and immediately jump into an affair? I'll make sure you both pay for this, big time!

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After hanging up, my heart ached with sharp, agonizing pain.

I remembered three years ago, David was just a broke guy from a small town, new to the city.

He’d been swindled out of all his money and was shivering, huddled on my doorstep in the dead of winter.

He may have been down on his luck, but he was handsome. My heart softened, and I took him in.

He didn't have connections or a fancy degree, but he was incredibly charming and knew how to make people feel good.

He charmed my entire family, and my dad, completely won over by his charisma and ambition, practically pushed me to marry him!

To support David's entrepreneurial dreams, my dad even sold our only family property for a million dollars to fund his investment.

David didn’t disappoint. In just three years, he grew his company to a market value of a billion dollars, becoming a genuine business magnate.

When we got married, he was just starting out, and times were tough. We only registered our marriage.

Forget a wedding ceremony; we didn't even buy wedding rings.

Finally, with money in hand, he held my hand, full of gratitude, promising me the most magnificent wedding.

And a pair of the most expensive custom rings.

But now, just as I was eagerly anticipating our personally designed rings, they had been picked up by someone else.

I didn't even know who that woman was, yet she had impersonated me.

My gut screamed that something serious had happened. I was going to find out exactly who this *bitch* was!

Wiping away the cold tears on my face, I took a deep breath and drove straight to the jewelry store.

I stormed up to the service counter, forcing down my anger, and demanded to know.

"I'm Mrs. Hayes, who ordered custom wedding rings here a month ago. Who picked up my rings early today?"

The sales associate looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Ma'am, you must be mistaken. Mrs. Hayes picked up the rings an hour ago!"

"And the rings were finished a month early, we notified Mrs. Hayes to pick them up a day in advance. Who are you?"

Just as I suspected, it wasn't a mistake. Someone had deliberately impersonated me.

"I am Mrs. Hayes! You let someone impersonate me and walk off with the rings without verifying their identity? What are you going to give me now?!"

Seeing my tone turn harsh, the sales associate's face showed some displeasure.

"We have the customer's registered phone number. She even came in with Mr. Hayes three days ago to ask if the couple's rings could be rushed. How is that impersonation? And you, you keep saying you're Mrs. Hayes, but we've never seen you before!"

The sales associate's words left me even more bewildered.