I came home early from a business trip to surprise my husband, Ben, but found him burying a large black egg in our garden. He was sweating and seemed panicked, refusing to explain what it was. Confused and worried, I dug up the egg the next day, discovering it was a fake artifact, made of plastic, not shell. My neighbor mentioned seeing someone in our garden late at night, raising my suspicions.

Later, Ben admitted he’d been scammed. He’d used our savings to buy the egg, believing it was an ancient artifact that would increase in value. When he realized it was fake, he was too ashamed to tell me. I was upset, but we agreed to file a police report. Ben promised no more secrets, and we decided to keep the egg in the garden as a reminder to trust each other.

It wasn’t about the artifact—it was about rebuilding trust.