I Came Home Early to Find My Husband Burying a Mysterious Black Egg – What Happened Next Changed Everything

I Returned Early to Surprise My Husband Only to Find Him Burying a Large Black Egg in Our Garden – Its Mystery Brought Us Closer

I surprised my hubby by returning home early from my business trip. But rather than a cordial greeting, I discovered him in the garden, burying a big black egg while soaked in sweat. Since he refused to give me the truth, I investigated more on my own. My pulse raced as I discovered what I had.

It was days since I had slept. Each lecture at the Chicago business conference blended into the next until I was at my breaking point. After three years of marriage, Ben and I have recently been like ships passing in the night, me working as a consultant and him doing investment banking. I chose to surprise him by returning early after my last meeting ended early.

“You’re really skipping the closing ceremony?” Linda, my coworker, inquired as she observed me packing my laptop. “The keynote is being delivered by the vice president. It might help you get promoted.

Finally, I zipped my bag. “My marriage comes first for once. It’s been weeks since Ben and I had a meaningful talk.

She grinned and said, “Regina, putting love before career?” “Must be serious.”

“It is.” As I calculated times, I looked at my phone. “If I leave now, I can catch the 6 p.m. flight and surprise my hubby.”

“Go get your man,” Linda said, giving a wink. “But when you land, text me. Not all of these unexpected reappearances go as expected.

She would be correct, if only she knew it.

After a long, arduous flight, I pulled into the driveway with a sense of fatigue as the sun began to drop, casting long shadows across our front lawn. I killed the engine, my hands shaking a little. Warm lights glowed beneath drawn curtains while the home stood silent.

I noticed something strange as soon as I entered. The silence in the home seemed uncanny. I could see filthy dishes in the sink through the kitchen window, which was very different from my husband’s typical attention to detail.

“Ben?” I let myself in by softly calling. No response.

In some way, the house felt different. The coffee table was strewn with mail, including a number of ostentatiously official envelopes with the words “URGENT.”

Beside Ben’s laptop was a half-empty coffee cup with a ring of dried coffee around the rim that resembled lipstick.

I chose to start by checking on my garden, assuming he was as usual holed up in his office. I could relax after the travel by taking care of the tomatoes, which should have ripened by now.

However, I froze when I got closer to the garden doors and entered the backyard.

Ben was standing between the tomato plants that he had been so proud of only a few weeks earlier in the center of our food garden. He dug into the ground like a man possessed, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt black with sweat.

However, it wasn’t his desperate actions that chilled me. It was the big, black, obsidian egg that was seated next to him.

At least two feet tall, the item shone in the twilight light, its surface sparkling like polished glass. Ben kept staring at it between shovel loads while I watched, motionless, his gestures becoming more urgent.

He murmured, “Just a little deeper,” and I heard it. “Has to be deep enough to bury this thing.”

I put my hand to my mouth. Did this actually occur? Convinced that I was experiencing hallucinations due to travel fatigue, I blinked vigorously. However, the scene stayed the same: my husband was searching our backyard for what appeared to be an alien artifact in what appeared to be a grave.

“Ben?” I was cautious not to shock him by calling out softly.

The shovel clattered into something metal in the pit as he spun around. His normally calm face was pallid with fear. I saw that his hands were shaking and that a line of dirt had streaked over his cheek.

“REGINA?” His voice was strong and tremulous as he screamed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“I came home early to surprise you.” With the crunch of gravel beneath my feet, I moved closer. My eyes were drawn to the egg, which appeared to throb in the lamplight. However, I believe that I am the one who gets taken aback. “What is THAT thing?”

“It’s NOTHING.” He spoke too quickly and harshly. He took a position between the egg and me. “Go inside, Reggie, please, honey. You have no business being here.

“Nothin’? That’s not “NOTHING,” in my opinion, Ben. What is it? What’s happening?

I’ll elaborate later. Go inside, please.

“Later?” I pointed to the pit he had been excavating. “You’re burying something that looks like it came from a sci-fi movie in our garden at sunset, and you want me to wait for an explanation?”

Ben’s forehead was streaked with mud as he brushed his fingers through his hair. As though anticipating someone, his gaze flitted from me to the street.

Regina, please. Believe me. I’m merely fulfilling my obligations. I’m taking care of it.”

“Handling what exactly?” I raised my voice. “Because from where I’m standing, my husband is either having some kind of breakdown or—”

“I said I’m handling it!” I took a step back at the ferocity in his words. I hadn’t heard him yell in our three years of marriage.

“Fine.” With tears burning my eyes, I turned to face the home. “Take care of it yourself. similar to how you’ve been managing everything else recently.

“Reggie, wait—” I resisted his attempt to grab me.

“Avoid it. Simply said, don’t.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Ben never went to bed, and his restless movements caused the couch to squeak every so often. I heard the back door open and close at about three in the morning. I saw him pacing around the location where he had buried the enigmatic egg like a sentinel through the window of the bedroom to see how it was doing.

What is the matter with him? What does he have to conceal from me?

The morning arrived too soon. Before picking up the garden shovel, I waited until Ben’s car had driven off down the street. As I got closer to the newly turned ground, my hands began to shake. I had to look into that!

“What are you hiding, Ben?” As I pushed the shovel into the soft dirt, I said.

I dug for twenty minutes until I found something substantial. When I finally found the egg, my arms trembled from the strain, but it was surprisingly light.

Its surface felt strange up close, like… plastic instead of shell. To my surprise, it split in the middle like a giant Easter egg when I gave it a little twist.

empty. Totally empty save for additional black plastic layers.

“Regina?” A voice shouted out from behind.

I almost dropped the egg when I leaped. Mr. Chen, our old neighbor, was looking over the fence, staring at the item in my hands.

“I saw someone in your garden late last night,” he added softly. “Everything okay?”

I hastily answered, “Fine,” concealing the egg behind me. “Just… gardening.”

Although he nodded courteously and vanished, his face conveyed that he didn’t believe me. Before taking a closer look at the egg, I waited until I heard his door close. Although the workmanship was superb, it was undoubtedly artificial. Ben had gotten himself into what?

My thoughts were racing with potential outcomes. There was more to this than a buried thing. It had to do with Ben’s strange actions and his fear upon seeing me come home early.

There was more going on. My normally level-headed hubby dug like a crazy man in our backyard because of something.

I wrapped the egg in an old blanket with shaky fingers and hid it under our garage’s lawnmowers. Though out of sight, it remained in the thoughts.

“Think, Regina, think,” I paced the hard floor while whispering. “Perhaps this was a complex joke? A crisis in midlife? Or something much darker?”

In the hopes that work would divert my attention from this insanity, I dragged myself to the car.

As I started the engine, the radio turned on by itself. My blood froze when the news anchor’s voice broke through my fatigue:

Breaking: A large-scale counterfeiting scheme targeting antique collectors has been discovered by local authorities. Scammers marketed phony antiquities to unwary consumers, including unusual black plastic canisters in the shape of eggs. Millions are thought to have been lost overall.

My coffee cup spilled on the dashboard after slipping out of my hands. The parts began to fit together. I set the egg on our kitchen table and waited that night. Ben’s suitcase thumped to the floor as he entered.

“Reggie, I-I can explain—”

“How much did you pay for this thing?” I interrupted him.

His shoulders sagged as he dropped into a chair. “Fifteen thousand.”

“Jesus, Ben.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” His voice broke. “This coworker claimed to know someone who sold unique relics. claimed that the egg was a fertility emblem from antiquity that would increase in value thrice in a year.

His hands were pushed to his eyes. “I made use of our funds. I intended to sell it and give you the trip to Europe you’ve always desired.

“The vacation for which we have been saving? that we have discussed for years?” My voice faltered. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because, like some gullible youngster, I am a fool who was duped. I felt very embarrassed. His eyes were red-rimmed as he looked up. “With your mom’s medical expenditures and the house repairs, things have been really tight lately. All I wanted to do was make everything right.

“By gambling our savings on some stranger’s promise?”

“I know, I know.” He sagged forward. “I couldn’t face you once I discovered it was a phony. refused to acknowledge that I had wasted our money on a plastic egg.

“We’ll figure this out,” I murmured, taking his hand as I walked around the table. “But please, no more secrets. We are meant to be partners.

“This morning,” Ben continued, “I filed a police report.” “They stated that we are not alone. It seems that this individual has been preying on the financial hardship of young professionals and antique collectors.

I gave his fingers a squeeze. “I don’t require pricey vacations or antiquated relics. When things are tough, I just need my hubby to talk to me. particularly during difficult times.

“What should we do with it?” Ben pointed at the egg, which was still shining sarcastically in the kitchen light.

I looked at it for a while. “Perhaps we will actually plant it in the garden. adjacent to the tomatoes you have been attempting to cultivate.”

“As a reminder of what not to do?” A little smile appeared on his face.

“As a reminder that the only thing we need to grow is our trust in each other.” I leaned in his direction. “And perhaps as a topic of discussion. “Are you interested in learning about the time my spouse buried a phony artifact in our backyard?”

Ben’s hesitant laugh was genuine. “Reggie, you have my love. even if I’m a fool.”

“Lucky for you, I love idiots.” I gave him a forehead kiss. “Let’s now determine how to receive our money back. This time, together.”