His Perfect Lie, Her Vicious Truth

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ked, my voice barely above a whisper,

xpected. I thought you'd be... upset." He looked at me, a strange mix of relief and con

brace. His arms tightened, a possessive squeeze

his fingers flying across the keyboard. A few cl

ything. From her childhood illnesses to her recent ps

ons. Every ailment, every emotional fluctuation, every fragile crisis was documented with an almost obsessive

d to this tome. My pain was a footnote; her fragility, a saga. He had spent y

for me. The realization, though already known, s

asked, his voice soft, concerned. "Are

l sound would have ruined everything. "Just trying to get a full picture,

" I asked, my voice flat, devo

by my apparent compliance. "

"I need to go check on Finley," I said, standing up, the weight of th

diately, standing too. "I haven't see

r with the frail boy I loved more than life itself. He'd always been "too busy," "too swamped w

gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. It was a transaction, a p

, a familiar comfort. Nurse Ella, a kind woman who adored Finley, greeted Bronson with a su

ad captivated me for years. "Just checking in on

, the perfect, concerned family man. Nurse Ella, unknowin

in my mind, a painful decision solidifying into

ce broke through my tho

ile. "Just lost in thou

ntly. "He's in the recreation room. The doctor i

warmly. "Mr. and Mrs. Clayton. Thank you for coming. We have a new, promising treatment option we'd like to disc

do," Dr. Rodriguez continued, adjusting his glasses. "The one

is eyes wide with confusion. "Colorad

th to speak, to lie, to deflect.

oom next door cut me off. A bloodcurdli

My blood ran cold. The brochure, the deception, Bronson,

ng towards the noise, my heart t

tood over him, wide-eyed, her hand covering her mouth. "I... I just b

dropped to my knees, pushing her aside, my hands flying to

was seizing, his already fragile body strug

and commanding, barked into the emergency intercom mounted on the

ite coats and frantic movements. They pushed me

erate to reach Finley. "No!

orner, feigning shock. "You," I snarled, my voice low and

was an accident! He just... fell

e words ripping from my g

hand reaching for her. "Elodie

ing finger at Bridgett. "Take her and l

guiding her out of the room. She kept her head down, but I sa

reality. "The seizure has stopped. It was likely tri

ther lay there, pale and still, tethered to machines, his i