Rachel treasures the heirloom jewelry her late mother left her, until one day she finds the box empty. With a confession from her husband, Rachel realizes that’s only half the truth. When she spots her mother’s earrings on another woman, all the puzzle pieces connect…
Now
I went to the store that morning for milk, chicken, and raspberries. An odd combination, but it was what I needed. The milk for coffee and cereal, the chicken for tonight’s dinner, and the raspberries for the raspberry and white chocolate muffins my husband loved.
A woman standing in the aisle of a grocery | Source: Midjourney
I went into the store hoping to get my groceries, but I left with a truth that I didn’t know needed to be revealed.
She was standing in the dairy aisle, our neighbor. Young, blonde, and recently divorced. She was looking at the various yogurt options, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. And if I’m being honest, she probably didn’t have any cares.
And hanging from her ears were my mother’s earrings.
A woman looking away at a grocery | Source: Midjourney
My breath caught in my throat. A sick feeling curled in my stomach. My hands clenched around the shopping basket so tightly that I was sure they were white.
No. No bloody way.
I forced my voice to stay light and breezy as I approached her.
“Mel, hi! Lovely earrings!”
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
She beamed, touching them delicately as if they were the most priceless things in the world. They were.
“Oh, thank you, Rachel! They’re a gift from someone special, you know.”
A gift. From someone special. Someone married?
The world tilted slightly. I swallowed the burning rage rising in my throat. Mel looked at me for a moment, and I wondered if the guilt was eating at her. She didn’t act like it, but something had dimmed her shine in that moment.
“Oh, they’re simply beautiful,” I said, smiling through my gritted teeth. “But didn’t it come with a pendant and a bracelet? What a stunning set that would be…”
A pair of earrings in a box | Source: Midjourney
She blinked at me, confusion all over her face.
“I definitely would if I had those pieces. But I don’t. It’s just the earrings. But maybe my special someone can gift me the whole set.”
The ground steadied beneath me.
There it was.
Derek hadn’t just pawned my mother’s jewelry. He had gifted part of it to his mistress.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
It was a selfish, well-thought-out plan.
Except he hadn’t planned on one thing.
Me.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
Then
I had been vacuuming under the bed, lost in the monotony of housework and a nagging nursery rhyme that was stuck in my head, when I spotted the box.
Something made me pause. Maybe it was instinct. Or maybe grief had sharpened my senses.
I bent down, picked it up, and opened the lid.
Empty. The box with my most prized possessions was empty.
A woman vacuuming | Source: Midjourney
The air left my lungs. The annoying nursery rhyme flew out of my head. And just like that, the shock hit me across my face.
My hands trembled as I stood up, my knees weak. I scanned my bedroom like the earrings, pendant, and bracelet might miraculously reappear before my eyes.
But they didn’t. Of course, they didn’t. Wishful thinking didn’t work like that.
There was only one person who I had shown the box and the priceless things inside. But would Derek… Was he actually capable of taking my things? Maybe he had put them away, knowing the importance that they held.
Maybe he had put them into our safe deposit box at the bank. But even if he did, why on earth wouldn’t he tell me?
An empty wooden box | Source: Midjourney
“Derek!” I stormed into the living room, where he was lounging with his laptop.
He barely glanced up.
“What, Rachel? It’s too early for this noise.”
“My mother’s jewelry. Did you take it?”
His brow furrowed like he was truly thinking.
A man using his laptop | Source: Midjourney
“No, maybe the kids took it. You know they’re into dressing up now.”
My stomach twisted again. Why would my children take something from my room? They probably didn’t even know about the box. And I was planning on passing down the jewelry to the girls anyway.
But still, kids have keen eyes. Maybe one of them saw something.
I turned and marched straight to the playroom, where my three kids were sprawled on the floor, lost in their toys.
A cozy playroom | Source: Midjourney
“Nora, Eli, Ava,” I said, almost breathless. “Did any of you take the box from under my bed?”
Three pairs of wide, innocent eyes blinked up at me.
“No, Mommy.”
But Nora hesitated. My eight-year-old, my oldest baby. The most sensitive and honest of the three, and the one most likely to give you a snuggle when you needed it.
She would tell me what she knew.
A little girl | Source: Midjourney
“I saw Daddy with it,” she said. “He said it was a secret. And that he would buy me a new dollhouse if I didn’t say anything.”
A sharp rage sliced through me.
Someone had stolen from me.
And that someone was my husband.
A dollhouse on a table | Source: Midjourney
I spent a long time with the kids, trying to figure out my thoughts and feelings while they played. Eventually, I had no choice but to confront him.
“Derek, I know you took it. Where is it?” I asked.
He let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples like I was the problem here.
“Fine, Rachel. I took them.”
I blinked slowly.
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“Why?” I asked simply.
His voice took on that tone of his that I absolutely hated. The slow, condescending tone that had always made my skin crawl.
“You were so sad after your mom died. I thought that a vacation would cheer you up, Rachel.” He picked up his beer can and took a long gulp. “So, I pawned them and bought us a trip.”
My fists curled. My vision blurred. I was… beyond shocked.
“You pawned my mother’s jewelry?! My dead mother’s things!”
The interior of a pawn shop | Source: Midjourney
“Rachel, we’re struggling! How can you not see it? Or do you choose to ignore it? The mortgage, the bills… I wanted to do something nice for you and the kids.”
White-hot rage filled me. I was ready to burst.
“Where. Are. They?” I spat out. “You had no right to do that without asking me, Derek! Return them. Now!”
He sighed dramatically.
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
“Okay, I’ll return the tickets. I’ll fix it if you want everyone to be as miserable as you are. Seriously, Rachel, the kids see it. It sucks.”
I turned away before I did something I’d regret.
Miserable? Of course, I was miserable. I was in pain. I was hurting. My heart felt shattered and stamped upon, and my mind was a cemetery of memories.
My mother had died. And with that, my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the person who had loved me most in this world.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
It had only been two months without her. And this man was putting a timeline to my grief?
What the hell? Who had I married?
I missed her so much. Which was why Derek’s actions had hurt me so deeply. My mother’s jewelry was like a lifeline she had left behind for me. It was something physical, something that I could hold or put on when I needed her touch…
I remembered how she didn’t want me to become a stay-at-home mom.
A tombstone with flowers | Source: Midjourney
“Darling,” she had said, buttering a slice of homemade bread. “You have so much potential. As rewarding as being a stay-at-home mom is, are you sure it’s for you?”
“I don’t know, Mom,” I confessed. “But Derek said that we can’t afford a nanny, so it was either I become the nanny or I pay for one.”
“Promise me one thing, Rachel,” she said. “Keep writing your poetry, darling. Keep that side of you alive.”
A woman writing in a notebook | Source: Midjourney
My heart ached thinking about her.
But do you know what?
The next day, while shopping, I found out that the truth was even worse.
Now
I smiled at Mel in the grocery store, pretending to listen to her rave about Greek yogurt and chia seeds for breakfast.
A bowl of yoghurt and chia seeds | Source: Midjourney
“It really is the best breakfast, Rachel. It cleans out the gut and gives you more protein than eggs. Add some honey or chocolate chips, girl. Trust me,” she spoke fast, as if trying not to think or say anything that would give her away.
I smiled like I wasn’t seconds away from ripping those earrings off her ears.
She had no idea. She had absolutely no clue she had been part of my husband’s betrayal. Or did she? From the way she acted, I didn’t think she knew the value of it. In her eyes, she was standing in front of her boyfriend’s wife and using the expensive gift he had bought her.
So, I made a decision.
A woman in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
I was going to take back what was mine.
And I was going to make Derek pay.
Big time.
The next morning, I played the part of the forgiving wife.
I was quiet, reciting Shakespearean sonnets in my head. I made pancakes for the kids. I made French toast for Derek. But I couldn’t get my encounter with Mel out of my head.
He was relieved, smug even. I’m sure he thought that I had slept on it and had finally let it go.
“It’s good to see you so chipper, Rach,” he said. “You know I love that smile.”
I wanted to slap him.
Pancakes and strawberries on a plate | Source: Midjourney
Focus on Shakespeare, Rach, I thought to myself.
“Derek, can I see the pawnshop receipt?” I asked, pretending that I just wanted to make sure everything could be bought back.
He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically but eventually handed it over.
“Nora,” I called, watching her pick at her pancakes. “Do you want to come with Mommy today? We’re going to look for Grandma’s jewelry.”
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
“Yes!” she said excitedly.
I wasn’t sure about taking my child to a pawnshop, but if I’m being honest, that little girl was the only thing that would keep me calm.
We got ourselves dressed and found ourselves standing outside the pawnshop.
“We’re buying the jewelry, Mom?” Nora asked.
“Indeed we are, baby girl,” I said.
The exterior of a pawn shop | Source: Midjourney
And just like that, I went in and tracked down my mother’s jewelry. It wasn’t difficult, but I had to convince the owner that it was mine.
“It would make a good anniversary present for my wife,” he said. “But you look like you’re going to cry your little heart out.”
“It’s my mom’s, sir,” I said. “Please.”
I think he was more floored by being called sir that he just gave it over, not even trying to exploit me with the price.
A man in a pawn shop | Source: Midjourney
I kept the receipt. For later.
There was only one piece left.
The earrings.
The ones that Derek’s mistress had been flaunting.
Earrings in a box | Source: Midjourney
I knocked on her door, and when she opened it, I held up my mother’s will, specifically reading out that the jewelry was mine. I also had a picture of her wearing the set at her wedding.
Then, I showed her the necklace and bracelet I had reclaimed.
“These are part of a set,” I said. “They’re family heirlooms, and I need the earrings back. They were not Derek’s to give.”
Her face paled, and her jaw dropped.
A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Rachel… I had no idea,” she stammered. “I thought it was a gift from Derek. I didn’t know that it was yours! I had no idea that it was your… mother’s.”
She looked down, something shifting in her expression. Disappointment. Then realization.
“I should have known,” she muttered. “I thought he was being sweet and romantic… but,” she trailed off, shaking her head.
Then, without another word, she ran into her house, returned with the earrings, and placed them in my outstretched hand.
Earrings in a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney
“Here,” she said. “These don’t belong to me. And honestly, neither does Derek. But he doesn’t belong to you either. Rachel, if it was this easy for him to get with me…”
I knew what she was saying. I understood it loud and clear.
“Hell hath no fury…” I said. “I know. I’ll deal with him.”
“Rachel, I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It was just that Derek gave me the attention that I craved. This divorce… it took a part of me when it ended. I don’t know who I am without my husband. Ex-husband, I mean. Derek swept me off my feet and made me feel normal again. I’m so sorry.”
I looked at her and smiled. I knew what it felt like to have a part of me missing, but mine was due to death and grief, not cheating.
“Thank you for saying that, Mel,” I said, turning away.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
Later
I waited until he was back at work and the paperwork was finalized.
And then I took the divorce papers to his office and handed them to him in front of his boss and coworkers.
“You shouldn’t have given away my things, Derek. I mean, really. You gave my mother’s earrings to your mistress?” My voice was louder than I expected. “You stole from me. You betrayed me. And that’s your final mistake in our marriage. This cannot be fixed. I don’t want you.”
A man sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney
Then, I turned and walked away.
He begged, of course.
But I was done.
He had taken the last piece of my mother I had left. He had lied. He had brushed off my pain. And he had betrayed our family.
And now? That man has nothing. Between alimony and child support, he had little to nothing left to his name.
A woman walking down a hallway | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
When Dorothy reads her daughter’s innocent letter to Santa, she’s blindsided by a request for the same heart-shaped earrings her husband apparently gave their nanny. Suspicion spirals into doubt, leading Dorothy to uncover a heartbreaking truth tied to a long-kept secret…
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Didn’t realize like this
Eggs are a kitchen staple—versatile, nutritious, and packed with protein. But what happens when you notice your egg carton has passed its expiration date? Can you still use them, or is it time to toss them out?
This is a common household dilemma, often leading to debates over food safety, expiration dates, and storage methods. Some people insist that expired eggs should never be eaten, while others claim they are safe weeks beyond the date.
So, what’s the truth? Let’s crack open the facts and settle this debate once and for all.
Understanding Egg Expiration Dates
One of the biggest sources of confusion is the expiration date printed on egg cartons. Many consumers assume that once this date has passed, the eggs are automatically bad or unsafe to eat. But that’s not entirely accurate.
Egg cartons typically have one of the following labels:
✔️ Sell-By Date – A guideline for retailers, indicating how long eggs should be displayed for sale. Eggs are still safe to eat beyond this date if stored properly.
✔️ Expiration Date (EXP) – This is the suggested last date for using the eggs, but not a strict safety deadline. Many eggs remain fresh for weeks past this date.
✔️ Pack Date (Julian Date) – A three-digit code that represents the day of the year the eggs were packed. For example, “001” means January 1st, while “365” means December 31st. Eggs can often remain good for four to five weeks after this date.
So, does an expired date automatically mean bad eggs? Not necessarily. The key lies in how eggs are stored and tested for freshness.
Video : How Long Can Eggs Really Last?
How to Determine If Eggs Are Still Safe to Eat
Instead of relying solely on expiration dates, use simple and reliable tests to determine egg freshness.
1. The Float Test (Most Popular Method)
The float test is an easy and effective way to check an egg’s freshness. Here’s how:
1️⃣ Fill a bowl with cold water.
2️⃣ Gently place the egg into the water.
3️⃣ Observe the results:
- Fresh eggs sink and lay flat on the bottom.
- Slightly older eggs stand upright but remain at the bottom.
- Spoiled eggs float to the top and should be discarded.
Why does this work? Over time, air enters the egg through its porous shell, causing it to become more buoyant. Floating means there’s too much air inside, signaling that the egg is no longer fresh.
2. The Sniff Test
Crack the egg open and give it a quick sniff. If you notice a strong sulfur-like or rotten smell, the egg is bad and should not be eaten. Fresh eggs have a mild or neutral scent.
3. The Visual Test
Look at the egg’s:
✔️ Egg white: A fresh egg has a thick, slightly cloudy egg white. A watery or runny white suggests it’s older but still safe.
✔️ Yolk: A bright yellow or orange yolk is a good sign, while a flattened yolk can indicate age.
✔️ Unusual discoloration: If you see dark spots, mold, or pinkish hues, throw the egg away immediately.
The Science Behind Egg Freshness
What makes eggs go bad over time? The answer lies in their natural structure and storage conditions.
- Eggshells are porous, meaning air and moisture can pass through over time. This process accelerates if eggs are not stored properly.
- Carbon dioxide and moisture loss cause eggs to become less dense, affecting their texture and taste.
- Refrigeration slows bacterial growth, keeping eggs fresh for much longer.
If eggs are kept in the refrigerator, they can stay safe to eat for up to 4-5 weeks after the pack date. However, eggs stored at room temperature spoil much faster.
Common Misconceptions About Expired Eggs
❌ “Eggs become unsafe the moment they expire.”
✅ Not true! If stored correctly, eggs remain good for weeks past their expiration date.
❌ “If an egg has a runny white, it’s bad.”
✅ Not necessarily. A runny egg white means the egg is older, but it can still be safe to eat if there are no bad smells or discoloration.
❌ “You can’t eat raw eggs if they’re past the expiration date.”
✅ While fresh eggs are best for raw consumption, properly stored eggs past their expiration date can still be used for baking and cooking as long as they pass the freshness tests.
Video : Staying Fresh: Understanding Egg Expiration
Health Risks of Eating Spoiled Eggs
While most expired eggs are still safe, consuming truly rotten eggs can pose health risks. Spoiled eggs may contain bacteria like Salmonella, which can cause food poisoning.
⚠️ Symptoms of food poisoning from bad eggs include:
- Stomach cramps
- Nausea and vomiting
- Diarrhea
- Fever and chills
If you suspect an egg is spoiled, it’s better to be safe than sorry—throw it out.
Practical Tips for Storing Eggs Safely
To extend the shelf life of eggs and keep them fresh longer, follow these storage tips:
✔️ Store eggs in the refrigerator – Keep them at or below 40°F (4°C) to slow bacteria growth.
✔️ Keep them in their original carton – This prevents moisture loss and protects eggs from absorbing strong odors.
✔️ Avoid storing eggs on the fridge door – The temperature fluctuates every time the door is opened. Instead, keep them on a middle shelf where the temperature is more stable.
✔️ Wash eggs only before using them – Washing eggs can remove their protective coating, making them more vulnerable to contamination.
✔️ Use older eggs for baking and cooking – If your eggs are past their expiration date but still pass the float and sniff tests, use them for scrambled eggs, baking, or boiling instead of eating them raw.
Resolving Disagreements Over Expired Eggs
If you and your partner or family members disagree about eating expired eggs, here’s how to handle it:
✔️ Communicate openly – Discuss concerns and agree on a testing method (like the float test) before making a decision.
✔️ Compromise – If one person is uncomfortable with using older eggs, use them for non-direct consumption (baking, frying at high heat, etc.).
✔️ Rely on expert recommendations – Food safety experts emphasize sensory tests over printed dates.
Final Thoughts: Are Expired Eggs Safe to Eat?
Egg expiration dates can be misleading, but understanding how to check for freshness can prevent unnecessary waste. While eggs do not instantly spoil after the expiration date, proper storage and freshness tests are essential for safe consumption.
Next time you find yourself debating whether to eat or toss expired eggs, remember: a simple float or sniff test is all you need to make the right decision!
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