I Played Along with the Blindfolded Trust Game at My Bridal Shower, but What I Touched Wasn't What I Expected – Story of the Day

At my bridal shower, the girls blindfolded me for a silly "trust game." I laughed as I guessed each object until my hands brushed something warm, familiar, and impossible. My breath caught, and when I ripped off the blindfold, everything unraveled.

I stood in the center of a circle of guests wearing masquerade masks like they were attending some elegant ball instead of a suburban bridal shower.

"Okay, Hannah!" Sophie's voice cut through the chatter. "It's time for The Trust Game! Let's see how well our bride-to-be knows her life by touch!"

Sophie slipped a silk scarf over my eyes and tied it snugly.

"First item," Sophie announced.

Something soft landed in my palms. I ran my fingers over it and felt the tiny elastic cuff.

"Baby socks?" I guessed.

Squeals erupted around me.

"She's good!" someone called out.

"Next one."

The objects kept coming. There was a dog collar that I recognized immediately as belonging to Pepper, my childhood golden retriever, and my old volleyball jersey from high school.

Each item brought waves of laughter and applause, and I felt myself relaxing into the game.

Then Sophie's voice got quieter, more serious.

"Alright. Last one."

I held my hands out, expecting another object. Instead, I felt warmth, skin, a muscular forearm. I traced downward until my fingers found a worn leather bracelet.

My heart stopped. No… It couldn't be.

I reached out, my hand colliding with a solid chest, feeling a heartbeat that thundered almost as loud as mine.

Then the scent of his cologne hit me.

I tore the blindfold off. The backyard spun into focus, too bright, too real. I stared at the man in front of me, his face still hidden behind a simple black mask.

"Take off your mask."

He hesitated. I watched his hand rise slowly, almost reluctantly, and pull the mask away.

Jake.

His eyes locked on mine, and I saw in them all the pain and regret I hadn't let myself think about in the two years since he vanished.

The gasps around me sounded like waves crashing. I heard my name being called, but it sounded distant, underwater. Then I heard heavier footsteps… Ben's voice.

"What the hell is this?"

I turned. Ben stood at the back gate, a tray of spilled drinks at his feet, plastic cups rolling across the grass, liquid soaking into the earth.

Sophie was talking fast, her words tumbling over each other.

"Ben, I can explain; it was just a game, I didn't think—"

"You didn't think?" Ben's voice rose, sharp and dangerous. "You brought my fiancée's ex to her bridal shower and didn't think?"

People were moving now, creating a barrier between Jake and Ben. My cousin grabbed Jake's arm. Jake let himself be pulled toward the gate, but his eyes never left mine.

"Hannah!" His voice cut through the chaos.

"He came after you on purpose. I left because I had to protect you. Ben isn't who you think he is!"

Then he was gone, dragged out by three of my bridesmaids. The gate slammed shut behind him.

***

Morning found me in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee while Ben paced in front of me like a captive tiger.

"That was sick," he muttered. "Showing up like that? The guy's clearly still obsessed with you."

I looked up slowly. "He said you're not who I think you are."

Ben let out a short, brittle laugh. "Because I'm marrying you and he's not? That's textbook projection, Hannah."

"He said it like he knew something."

Ben stopped pacing. He placed his hands on the back of a chair and fixed me with the kind of look a lawyer gives a jury.

"Don't let him screw with your head, Hannah. You're better than that. You know who I am. You've lived with me, slept beside me, built a life with me." His voice dropped lower. "Jake's just the guy who ran. He's obviously the type who talks big and bolts when someone calls his bluff."

But I couldn't let it go.

That afternoon, Sophie answered her door in sweatpants and a stained T-shirt. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she hadn't slept either.

I crossed my arms in the doorway, not quite ready to go inside. "You should have told me you'd invited Jake."

Sophie nodded miserably. "I know. I ran into him three weeks ago at that coffee shop downtown, and he said he had to warn you about something. He seemed genuinely concerned about you."

"But what he said makes no sense!" I threw my hands up. "He and Ben have never even met…"

Sophie shrugged, then reached for her phone on the entryway table. She scrolled through something and held it out to me.

"You want his number?"

I stared at the screen. Ten digits that could either answer everything or destroy what was left of my life.

I took the phone and copied the number into mine.

I texted Jake immediately and arranged to meet him at a park the next day. He was already there when I arrived.

"You said Ben isn't who I think he is," I said, skipping any greeting.

Jake nodded. "He's not."

"Then tell me who he is."

Jake took a breath. "He's my half-brother."

Of all the things I'd imagined he might say, that wasn't one of them.

"We share a father. I found out through one of those DNA matching services two years ago." He sat down on a bench, and I sat beside him, leaving space between us. "I reached out. I was excited, you know? I'd always wanted siblings. We met for coffee."

"And?"

"And he barely said two words to me. Paid for his own drink and left." Jake's voice got quieter. "But I tried again a few weeks later. That's when things got creepy."

"He agreed to meet, but when I showed up, he wasn't there," Jake continued. "I thought he'd bailed. Then I got home, and he was waiting outside my apartment."

A chill ran down my spine. "What did he want?"

"He told me that I didn't deserve to have a good life, that it was unfair. I thought he was just some angry, damaged guy. I didn't take him seriously. That was my mistake."

"What happened?"

"Everything fell apart. I lost my job — budget cuts, they said, but I'd just gotten a stellar review. My landlord suddenly gave me 30 days to move. Clients I'd had for years started dropping me, no explanation. It was like someone had systematically dismantled my life."

I felt sick. "You think Ben did that?"

"I know he did. Do you remember that night we watched the fireworks by the river?"

I nodded. Of course, I remembered the last night I'd seen him before he disappeared.

"He was waiting for me when I got home. He showed me a picture he'd taken of us in the park and told me if I didn't vanish, he'd destroy me and everyone I cared about."

My hands were shaking. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Jake's voice cracked. "Because I was terrified. Of him. Of what he'd do to you. I thought he'd stop if I listened to him and left, that he'd leave you alone." He turned to me, and I saw tears in his eyes. "I never expected him to pursue you. When I saw your engagement announcement online, I felt sick. I had to come back to warn you."

At that moment, everything I thought I knew reshaped itself into something darker, uglier.

When I arrived home that night, the apartment was dim, just the TV flickering blue light across the living room. Ben sat on the couch, looking perfectly calm.

I stood in front of the TV, blocking his view. "I spoke to Jake today. He told me everything."

Ben didn't even flinch. "So he fed you his sob story."

"Is it true?"

Ben leaned back and studied me.

"What's true is that our father abandoned me and my mother when I was two. Jake grew up in some perfect suburb with a white picket fence while I bounced through foster care."

His gaze sharpened, and I saw a coldness in his gaze I'd never noticed before.

"He had everything. I had nothing. All I did was balance the scales."

"You made him lose everything."

Ben tilted his head. "Siblings are supposed to be equal, aren't they?"

"That's not equality. That's cruelty."

Ben rose slowly from the couch.

"He didn't deserve you, but I do. Before me, you were just going through the motions, but I gave you ambition. I made you better."

I recoiled. "You didn't love me. You acquired me."

"Call it what you want. I'm the one you said yes to."

I pulled off my engagement ring. The diamond caught the TV light as I placed it carefully on the coffee table.

"Not anymore."

Ben didn't move. He just watched me with those cold, empty eyes.

"You'll regret this."

"I already don't." I grabbed my purse and walked out.

***

I went straight to Sophie. She didn't ask questions, just pulled me inside and held me while I cried.

That night, we sat on her living room floor in pajamas, eating ice cream straight from the container. The air felt heavy with everything that had changed.

"I screwed everything up," Sophie whispered.

I leaned my head on her shoulder. "No. You saved me from marrying someone who never really loved me."

She squeezed my hand, and something that had been tight in my chest finally loosened.

***

Three weeks later, on the day that would have been my wedding, I hosted a backyard brunch at my mother's house.

Sophie helped me set up tables in the morning sun. My mother kept touching my shoulder like she needed to make sure I was real, that I was okay.

Then Jake arrived. He stood at the gate, holding a small gift box, looking uncertain.

"I'm not here with expectations," he said. "Just relief. That you know."

I walked over to him and took the box. Inside was the leather bracelet I'd given him years ago.

"I thought you'd want this back," he said. "Clean slate and all."

I looked at him and saw our past clearly. The good parts and the painful parts, the love and the loss. And I knew with absolute certainty that I was finally free of it.

"Keep it," I said. "It looks better on you anyway."

Sophie called my name from across the yard, and I turned to see all the women I loved gathered around the tables.

I hurried to join them.

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