A Debt of Life, Repaid in Blood

A Debt of Life, Repaid in Blood

Gavin

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The ER waiting room hummed with a familiar, sickly glow. But tonight, I wasn't the paramedic on call. I was just Andrew, a guy in a hoodie, staring at my phone. My fiancée, Jennifer, lay supposedly critical after a hit-and-run. They said she needed emergency brain surgery. The nurse demanded payment upfront. With a cold, practiced mask, I showed them my banking app. "$17.42." That's all I had left, I claimed. It was after a "sophisticated online scam" wiped me out. Jennifer' s "parents" - two actors she' d hired - wailed. They begged me to save her. They even proposed a monstrous deal. Their son' s heart for my sick mother' s life. The world watched as a good Samaritan nurse started a GoFundMe. She was painting me as a heartless monster who' d let his fiancée die. The video went viral. Donations poured in, "saving" Jennifer. Meanwhile, my career and reputation crumbled. Every phone call from my chief was a stab. Every hateful comment online was a stab. But I didn't care. They called me a sociopath, a villain. How could I let them believe such a lie? How could I be so callous, so indifferent to the woman I was supposed to marry? My mother's fragile heart. My ruined career. It all felt like a twisted nightmare. But this wasn't my first time living this nightmare. In another life, I was the fool who fell for it all. I watched my mother die because of Jennifer' s cruel "loyalty test." This time, I knew the game. This time, I was ready to play my own hand.

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The ER waiting room hummed with a familiar, sickly glow.

But tonight, I wasn't the paramedic on call.

I was just Andrew, a guy in a hoodie, staring at my phone.

My fiancée, Jennifer, lay supposedly critical after a hit-and-run.

They said she needed emergency brain surgery.

The nurse demanded payment upfront.

With a cold, practiced mask, I showed them my banking app.

"$17.42."

That's all I had left, I claimed.

It was after a "sophisticated online scam" wiped me out.

Jennifer' s "parents" - two actors she' d hired - wailed.

They begged me to save her.

They even proposed a monstrous deal.

Their son' s heart for my sick mother' s life.

The world watched as a good Samaritan nurse started a GoFundMe.

She was painting me as a heartless monster who' d let his fiancée die.

The video went viral.

Donations poured in, "saving" Jennifer.

Meanwhile, my career and reputation crumbled.

Every phone call from my chief was a stab.

Every hateful comment online was a stab.

But I didn't care.

They called me a sociopath, a villain.

How could I let them believe such a lie?

How could I be so callous, so indifferent to the woman I was supposed to marry?

My mother's fragile heart.

My ruined career.

It all felt like a twisted nightmare.

But this wasn't my first time living this nightmare.

In another life, I was the fool who fell for it all.

I watched my mother die because of Jennifer' s cruel "loyalty test."

This time, I knew the game.

This time, I was ready to play my own hand.

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