Woman Sells Ring Gifted By Ex, When Jeweler Sees It, He Says, “This Can’t Be True”

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After a heart-wrenching breakup, Melissa decided it was time to let go of the past, including the exquisite ring her ex had given her. With a heavy heart, she walked into a renowned jeweler’s shop, hoping to part with the ring and maybe get some money in return. As the jeweler took a closer look, his eyes widened in disbelief. The man, Mr. Harris, gasped as he looked back up at Melissa.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said as he disappeared into a back room, taking the ring with him.

Melissa was left alone at the counter, a bit confused by the jeweler’s reaction. She had owned this ring for a couple of years now, and she never noticed anything very special about it. I mean, it was a beautiful ring for sure, but that was all there was to say about it. At least, that’s what Melissa thought. She would soon find out the truth.

She looked around the shop as she listened to the sounds coming from the back office where Mr. Harris appeared to be rummaging through some drawers. She heard him muttering something and assumed that he was just talking to himself, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, wondering if she should have gone to a different shop instead.

Mr. Harris replied, “Yes, yes, I’ll be right there, just checking something.” He was doing his best to hide the fact that he was stressed, but Melissa could clearly hear it in his voice. She sighed and stayed at the counter, waiting for him to return. She still had no idea of the shocking discovery she was about to make. This day was going to end a lot differently than she had thought it would, and not in a good way, let me tell you.

Minutes later, she heard Mr. Harris say, “Aha, there it is,” and soon after she heard footsteps coming closer and closer until he finally reappeared on the doorstep. She thought that she could sell him the ring now and go home, but nothing was further from the truth. He was holding something in his hands, a piece of paper. Melissa assumed that was what he had been looking for, but she didn’t understand what it had to do with her ring. She tried to get a better look at it, but Mr. Harris had folded the paper in half so she couldn’t see what was on it and put it in his pocket.

“Miss Melissa, I hope you don’t mind, but I have to ask you a personal question,” he told her. She nodded, and he asked, “Where did you get this ring?” He looked her right in the eyes and had a very serious look on his face, almost strict even. Melissa blushed, but she didn’t know if that was because of the memory of her ex or the accusing tone in Mr. Harris’s voice.

“My ex-boyfriend gave it to me a few years ago,” she replied. She explained that they weren’t together anymore and she thought it was time to get rid of this ring.

“Very well, I see,” Mr. Harris replied as he scratched his head. “Do you happen to know where he got this ring?” he asked, carefully formulating his question. Melissa shook her head and told him she had always assumed he had bought it at a jewelry store. She never thought to ask him where he had bought her present; that would be very odd, she thought to herself.

“Well, I actually need to discuss this with a colleague before I can buy it from you. They are on their way here right now; it shouldn’t take long until they get here. Would you like a cup of coffee or tea while you wait?” Melissa was a little bit caught off guard because of this, but she replied, “Um, yeah, sure, why not.” She thought it probably wasn’t that weird for jewelers to ask for a second opinion in these situations, and she thought he surely wouldn’t do that if he didn’t think the ring was worth a lot of money. She became excited at this thought, and suddenly she didn’t mind staying a bit longer in the shop at all.

She enjoyed her tea while dreaming about ways to spend the money, thinking that she was waiting for Mr. Harris’s colleague. However, she had no idea that it was not a colleague he had called. In the following ten minutes, not much happened; it was like the calm before the storm. A couple of other people came into the shop, looked around, or even bought something before leaving again. There was not one sign of the chaos that was about to ensue. Melissa was lost in thought when she heard the bell ring again, signaling that another customer had entered the shop. She didn’t look up to see who had walked in this time, and that was why she hadn’t seen that it was a police officer.

Suddenly, she heard Mr. Harris say, “Thank you so much for coming right away. That’s her right there,” as he pointed to Melissa. She was surprised, and she didn’t understand what was happening for a moment. Then she finally noticed the man in the police suit. The officer walked over to her and said, “Ma’am, I’m afraid you have to come to the station with me.”

Melissa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What? Me? Why? I haven’t done anything!” she exclaimed. However, the officer wouldn’t listen to her and he was very insistent.

“Please follow me to the car,” he said.

Melissa scoffed. She didn’t even know what this was about. “At least tell me why! What do you think I’ve done? I’ve never been arrested for anything before in my life!” she exclaimed, thinking this all had to be a huge mistake. Spoiler: it wasn’t, well, not in the way you would think.

“Ma’am, you can cooperate, or I will have to force you to come with me,” he said.

Melissa realized that this man was being serious, and she decided just to do what he said. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, and if she explained it to them at the station, they would have to believe her.

“And for clarification, I am not arresting you yet. I am just taking you to the station to ask you some questions. If you can prove you haven’t done anything wrong, we will let you go. But you’re going to have to convince us all if you want that to happen.”

Melissa’s eyes filled with tears as she followed the cop to his car and took a place in the back seat. She felt so embarrassed; people had been looking at her outside, and they probably thought she was a thief. She wiped her tears and tried to calm herself down, but that was difficult seeing as she had no idea what was going on.

The officer suddenly said, “We’re here,” and he turned off the car engine. Melissa looked out of the window and saw that they had arrived at the police station. The officer got out of the car and opened the door for her and said, “Follow me.”

Melissa did as he asked, and he led her to an interrogation room at the back of a dark hallway. “Wait here,” he said, and he closed the door, leaving her alone and stuck in this room. He was not a man of many words, that much was obvious now. She looked around the room, feeling nervous and not knowing what to expect. She followed the rules and the law and had never even gotten so much as a parking ticket. She couldn’t think of anything she had done that she needed to be interrogated for, and yet here she was.

However, she didn’t have much time to think. The door opened again, and the same officer from before entered. This time, he had brought a colleague. The man said, “Hi Melissa, I am Officer Davis. I see you’ve already met my colleague, Officer Johnson. Now I want you to tell us about that ring.”

Of course, Officer Davis had no idea that his colleague had never properly introduced himself to Melissa, but that isn’t important right now. What really shook Melissa was the last thing the officer said, mentioning the ring.

“So that’s what this is all about,” she thought. “The ring?” Melissa asked, full of disbelief. “What about the ring? I told Mr. Harris everything already,” she said.

“Well, we want you to tell it again, but this time to us. Where did you get it?” Officer Davis asked.

This all made no sense to Melissa. What could be so special about that stupid ring that the police needed to interrogate her about it?

“Well, my ex-boyfriend gave it to me right before he cheated on me with my best friend. I still haven’t forgiven either of them for it, and to be honest, I don’t think I ever will.”

“All right, all right, we get it, cut to the chase now, will you?” one of the officers interrupted her. “When did he give it to you? Do you know where he bought it?” he asked.

Melissa said, “No, I have no idea. He never told me, and I never cared enough to ask. Can someone please tell me what is going on? I don’t even want that stupid ring anymore.”

Officer Davis took a deep breath, glancing at Officer Johnson before turning his attention back to Melissa. “We understand this is confusing, and we owe you an explanation,” he began. “The ring you possess isn’t just any ordinary piece of jewelry.”

Melissa leaned forward, her anxiety evident. “What do you mean?” she whispered, her eyes darting between the two officers.

Officer Johnson took over. “That ring, Melissa, is an artifact with deep historical roots. It’s not just valuable because of the gems or the metal, but because of its history.”

Melissa’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s been passed down through generations, representing a lineage of power and wealth. Its monetary value is immense,

but its historical significance is even greater.”

Davis interjected, “The reason we’re involved is that this ring was reported stolen from the Metropolitan Museum two years ago. It was part of a temporary exhibit showcasing royal artifacts.”

Melissa’s heart raced. “Stolen? But how did it end up with me?” she stammered.

The officers exchanged a glance, realizing the depth of the situation. “Mr. Harris, the jeweler you visited, has a keen interest in historical artifacts,” Officer Johnson explained. “He remembered reading about the theft in a trade magazine. When you presented the ring to him, he recognized it immediately.”

Melissa felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “So he called you?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

Officer Davis nodded. “Yes, but let me be clear, we don’t believe you had any part in the theft. Your reactions, your genuine confusion, it all points to your innocence,” he paused, letting the words sink in. “However, we need to find out how this ring ended up in your possession. It’s crucial to solve this mystery and bring the real culprits to justice.”

Melissa nodded, determined to help in any way she could. As the officers continued explaining the ring’s significance, a memory flashed in Melissa’s mind. She remembered Steve’s odd reaction when she’d once asked about the ring’s origin. His evasiveness, the way he’d quickly changed the subject, it all began to make sense.

“Could Steve be involved?” she wondered aloud, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Melissa hesitated, then began recounting certain incidents. “There were times when Steve would disappear without explanation. He had a small collection of antiques, always vague about their origins.” She recalled a particular evening when he’d come home with a triumphant gleam in his eyes, clutching a small box—the same box that held the ring. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.

Gathering her courage, Melissa looked the officers in the eyes. “I think Steve knows more than he ever let on. He might be our only lead to uncover the truth behind the ring’s journey.”

The officers exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of her statement. “If Steve is involved, we need to approach this carefully,” Officer Davis murmured. The room was thick with tension as they began to strategize.

“We need a confession, something concrete,” Officer Johnson stated. “What if we set up a meeting, wire Melissa, get her to talk to Steve, and see if he spills anything?”

Officer Davis pondered the idea, weighing the risks. “It’s dangerous, but it might be our best shot.”

Melissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. The thought of facing Steve, especially under these circumstances, was daunting, but she knew the importance of the situation. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “I’ll do it,” she said, determination evident in her voice. “But we need to ensure everything goes smoothly.”

The officers nodded in agreement, appreciating her bravery. Officer Davis cleared his throat, his face grave. “Melissa, you need to understand the risks involved. If Steve is indeed connected to the theft, he might become defensive or even aggressive.”

Melissa swallowed hard, realizing the gravity of the situation. “We’ll be monitoring every second, ready to intervene,” Officer Johnson added, trying to offer some reassurance. “But you’ll be walking a tightrope in a dimly lit room.”

Melissa was introduced to a range of surveillance equipment. A technician carefully fitted her with a concealed microphone and an earpiece, ensuring they were discreet yet functional. “You’ll be able to hear us, and we’ll hear everything you and Steve discuss,” the technician explained. Melissa nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.

Officer Davis played the role of Steve as they practiced potential conversation scenarios. “Remember, stay calm and stick to the script. Try to steer the conversation towards the ring,” he advised. Melissa repeated her lines, trying to sound as natural as possible. They went over various responses, preparing her for different outcomes.

Alone for a moment, Melissa’s mind raced. Memories of her time with Steve flooded back—the good times, the heartbreak, the betrayal. She felt a pang of sadness, anger, and apprehension. “Can I really do this?” she wondered. Taking deep breaths, she tried to center herself, reminding herself of the importance of her mission.

The officers gathered around Melissa, maps and communication devices spread out on the table. “We’ll have officers stationed outside and inside the venue. At the first sign of trouble, we’ll move in,” Officer Johnson detailed.

Officer Davis added, “Trust your instincts, Melissa, and remember, we’ve got your back.”

Melissa nodded, taking one last deep breath as she prepared to face her past. With trembling fingers, Melissa typed out a message to Steve: “Hey, it’s been a while. Fancy catching up over a drink?” She hesitated for a moment before hitting send. The weight of the situation pressed on her, but she knew she had to move forward. The message was out, and the ball was now in Steve’s court.

Her phone buzzed with a new message: “Mel, would love to catch up. When and where?” Melissa sensed Steve’s enthusiasm even through the text. It was clear he was eager about their reunion. She chose Om Ales at 8:00 p.m., a place filled with memories.

As the hours passed, Melissa’s anxiety grew. She practiced her lines, went over the plan, and changed her outfit multiple times. Unbeknownst to the regulars, Officers Davis and Johnson, along with undercover colleagues, discreetly positioned themselves around the bar.

The dim lighting of Om Ales cast a nostalgic glow as Melissa spotted Steve at the bar. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the weight of the situation faded. They hugged, and Steve’s familiar scent brought back memories.

“It’s been too long,” Steve remarked, his voice warm.

Melissa smiled, her heart pounding from the gravity of her mission. “It really has,” she replied, her voice steady. They chatted about work, friends, and the latest movies, Melissa playing the part of the interested ex-girlfriend. Officers Davis and Johnson listened to every word exchanged as Melissa steered the conversation.

Steve leaned in closer, a hint of intimacy returning. “It’s a long story,” he began. Melissa’s heart raced as she prepared for her next question.

“Steve,” she began softly, “where did you really get that ring?”

Steve hesitated, then admitted, “I took it.”

Before Melissa could respond, the bar’s doors burst open, officers swiftly moving in to arrest Steve. In the interrogation room, Steve detailed the theft’s planning and aftermath. Melissa recounted her side, leading to Steve’s arrest and the recovery of the stolen ring.

Melissa’s role in the recovery received praise from the museum and media. Steve was found guilty and sentenced to prison. Melissa struggled with the aftermath but decided to focus on her well-being and new experiences. As months passed, Melissa felt optimistic about her future.

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