THE DIAMOND RING AND THE WISH THAT WASN’T FOR ME
My name is My Anderson.
If anyone asked me what the happiest and most painful moment of my seven-year marriage was, I wouldn’t need to think long. It was the morning I found a diamond ring worth over $5,000—the most valuable gift my husband had ever bought—and also the morning I realized that, in his love story, I was nothing more than a surplus presence.
Seven Years of Marriage, Seven Years of Being “Strong”
My husband, Daniel Anderson, is the CEO of a well-known interior design and construction company in California. He is intelligent, decisive, and highly respected. To outsiders, I am a lucky woman: a successful husband, an annual income exceeding $300,000, a beautiful house, luxury cars, and no financial worries.
Only I know what I had to give up for that life.
Daniel is always busy. So busy that entire months pass without a proper day off. Holidays, anniversaries, birthdays—none of them mean anything to him. Whenever I complained, he would say:
“You know how my job is, My. Once things settle down, I’ll make it up to you.”
I heard that sentence for seven years.
I’m a woman, yet I carry the house on my shoulders. From fixing leaking pipes, replacing broken light bulbs, to dealing with broken appliances—everything is my responsibility. Daniel doesn’t even know how many light bulbs we have in the house, whether the stove is gas or electric, or how much the electricity bill costs each month.
Whenever something happened in either family—his parents falling ill, relatives needing help—I was the one who handled it all. Daniel only showed up when everything was already resolved.
Many times, I wondered: am I his wife, or just an unpaid housekeeper in my own home?
A Man Dry to the Point of Cruelty
Daniel is not a bad man. But he is dry—emotionally dry to the point of cruelty.
My birthday happens to fall on the same day as one of his managers’. Every year, he throws lavish parties for his employees. And me? I wait until midnight without receiving even a single birthday wish.
Once, I couldn’t take it anymore and cried as I asked him:
“How important am I to you, Daniel?”
He sighed and replied:
“My, don’t make such a big deal out of it. You know I’m not good at romantic stuff.”
So I stayed silent. Because if I said more, I would only become the “troublesome” one.
The Business Trip and a Strange Change
A week ago, Daniel went on a ten-day business trip to New York. Life went on as usual for me: work, home, cooking, cleaning, sleeping alone in our oversized bed.
But the day he returned, everything felt different.
He came home early—without telling me. I was in the kitchen when I heard the door open. I turned around and saw him rolling up his sleeves, smiling:
“Let me cook tonight.”
I froze. In seven years, he had never said that.
During dinner, he served food onto my plate, asked if I was tired, and even said:
“From now on, I’ll take better care of you.”
I was happy… and terrified. Because this tenderness was not Daniel.
That night, he hugged me from behind and said softly:
“You’ve been through a lot, My.”
I almost cried. One simple sentence—and I had waited seven years to hear it.
The Gift Box He Dropped
The next morning, Daniel overslept and rushed out of the house. After he left, I noticed a small gift box lying near the staircase.
I picked it up. It was wrapped in elegant paper, bearing the logo of a luxury jewelry brand from New York. My heart started racing.
Could it be…?
Our wedding anniversary was only a week away.
A gift. A surprise. The first one in seven years.
I hesitated for a long time, then curiosity won.
The Diamond Ring That Fit Me Perfectly
Inside was a diamond ring.
The diamond sparkled under the light. I tried it on—and it fit perfectly, as if it had been custom-made for me.
There was a price tag inside: $5,200.
I felt dizzy with happiness. Daniel had never given me anything this valuable. I even thought, Maybe he has really changed.
Then I saw a card.
Smiling, I opened it.
The Words That Crushed Me
The very first line made my heart drop.
“To my beloved Lan…”
My name is My. Not Lan.
I kept reading, every word slicing through my chest:
“I never imagined that just three months with you would make me fall this deeply. This ring is to commemorate our three months together. I hope that one day, I can openly hold your hand and walk with you in the light.”
Three months.
For those three months, I was still his legal wife. Still cooking and waiting for him. Still worrying every time he said he was on a business trip.
So that trip to New York… wasn’t just about work.
I Chose Silence
I didn’t scream. I didn’t confront him. I didn’t make a scene.
I folded the card, placed the ring back into the box, closed it carefully, and put it exactly where I found it.
I sat on the floor, hugging my knees, crying silently.
Seven years. I had lived as a devoted wife—only to realize that I had no role in my husband’s love story at all.
An Evening of Pretending
That evening, Daniel came home late. The moment he entered, he searched everywhere. I stood in the kitchen, pretending not to notice.
When he finally found the box under the bed, I clearly saw the relief in his eyes.
He sighed.
And my heart went numb.
At dinner, he was gentle again. I answered mechanically. Every word he said felt like part of a carefully rehearsed act.
Who Am I in This Marriage?
That night, Daniel slept soundly. I lay awake, staring into the darkness.
I asked myself:
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If I confront him, what do I gain?
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If I pretend not to know, will he come back to me?
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Or will I be the one eventually erased?
Then I realized something even more painful:
It wasn’t the ring that hurt the most.
It was the fact that, for seven years, I had lived as if I didn’t deserve to be loved.
A Morning of Choice
The next morning, I woke up early. I placed the ring box on the dining table. Beside it lay a divorce agreement, already signed with my name.
When Daniel came downstairs, he froze.
I looked at him calmly and said:
“It’s a beautiful ring. But I’m not Lan.”
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
I smiled—the saddest smile of my life:
“For seven years, I did everything. Now it’s your turn to learn what it means to lose.”
I Was Never the Surplus One
Daniel apologized. He cried. He begged. He said it was just a moment of weakness.
But I understood: a moment of weakness doesn’t last three months. A moment of weakness doesn’t buy a diamond ring.
I picked up my suitcase and walked out.
The sunlight outside was beautiful.
For the first time in seven years, I realized that I was no longer a surplus person in my own life.
