104 Sundays of Lies

104 Sundays of Lies

Gavin

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My world reset every Sunday, leaving me a blank slate for my loving fiancé, Ethan, and my best friend, Maria, to carefully guide. Every week, Ethan would patiently show me home videos of our happy life, our engagement, and explain my amnesia, reassuring me of his devotion after my rock-climbing accident. But a crude tattoo mysteriously appearing on my ankle, spelling "HE'S LYING," hinted at a truth my conscious mind couldn' t hold. Then I found a hidden note: "THE PILLS ARE SLEEPING DRAFTS. DON' T TAKE THEM." My heart sank as I realized the "vitamins" Maria gave me nightly were keeping me trapped in this cycle. I started pretending to take them, creeping out of bed one night to hear Ethan and Maria laughing, discussing how they were siphoning millions from my family, and planning their Bali escape. That agonizing discovery was nothing compared to seeing them passionately kissing on the couch, my fiancé and my best friend. A wave of pure, white-hot rage, unlike anything I'd ever felt, consumed me. When I confronted them, Maria shoved me, sending my head crashing against the coffee table. I woke up in a hospital, staring at Ethan, and then it hit me: the floodgates opened. Two years of forgotten betrayals, 104 cycles of lies, every single horrifying detail slammed back into my mind. He hovered over me, thumb drive in hand, ready to reset me again. "No," I whispered, forcing my voice to tremble. "Should I know who you are?" Relief washed over his face. He thought I was broken again, unsuspecting. But this time, I remembered everything. And he had no idea the game had just irrevocably changed.

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My world reset every Sunday, leaving me a blank slate for my loving fiancé, Ethan, and my best friend, Maria, to carefully guide.

Every week, Ethan would patiently show me home videos of our happy life, our engagement, and explain my amnesia, reassuring me of his devotion after my rock-climbing accident.

But a crude tattoo mysteriously appearing on my ankle, spelling "HE'S LYING," hinted at a truth my conscious mind couldn' t hold.

Then I found a hidden note: "THE PILLS ARE SLEEPING DRAFTS. DON' T TAKE THEM." My heart sank as I realized the "vitamins" Maria gave me nightly were keeping me trapped in this cycle.

I started pretending to take them, creeping out of bed one night to hear Ethan and Maria laughing, discussing how they were siphoning millions from my family, and planning their Bali escape.

That agonizing discovery was nothing compared to seeing them passionately kissing on the couch, my fiancé and my best friend.

A wave of pure, white-hot rage, unlike anything I'd ever felt, consumed me.

When I confronted them, Maria shoved me, sending my head crashing against the coffee table.

I woke up in a hospital, staring at Ethan, and then it hit me: the floodgates opened. Two years of forgotten betrayals, 104 cycles of lies, every single horrifying detail slammed back into my mind.

He hovered over me, thumb drive in hand, ready to reset me again.

"No," I whispered, forcing my voice to tremble. "Should I know who you are?"

Relief washed over his face. He thought I was broken again, unsuspecting.

But this time, I remembered everything. And he had no idea the game had just irrevocably changed.

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