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My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 512    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

white fog. I can't move my head. I can't feel my limbs. There's a

ds float in the fog, spoken

works is my hearing. The sounds of the hospital are muted, distant. But then, tw

d a man I

smooth, professional. "He's stable but completely unresponsive. As per your

. The media is running with the story of a troubled veteran who committed treason.

They are burying me aliv

ministrator, speaks again. "My only concern is the

hospital running. Remind them of that. This man is a traitor to his country. He doesn't deserve their sympath

f my mind. The woman I was going to marry, the woman I l

oice now laced with deference. "I'll make sur

one with the beeping of the monitor and

I try to move a finger, to twitch an eyelid, anything

d most. Sabrina thinks she's protecting the son of a hero, a man who saved her father. But she's got the wrong man. S

hes. He was a hero. An

ean. But this time, I don't go willingly. I fight. I hold onto the an

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My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled
My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled
“My name is Ethan Hughes. I was a decorated Army Ranger, but PTSD brought me back to civilian life, seeking quiet stability with my brilliant fiancée, Sabrina, and my childhood best friend, Anthony. One night, the medication for my PTSD hit harder than usual, a thick fog pulling me under. Then, a sharp, chemical scent - gas. Through the haze, I saw Sabrina, methodical, setting up the apartment. And Anthony, watching her from the doorway. "Is it done?" he asked, his voice low. "I've planted the data trail," Sabrina replied, grabbing my laptop. "It'll look like he downloaded the files and then, overcome with guilt, decided to end it. A tragic story of a damaged veteran." My mind screamed. They were framing me for treason. My fiancée. My best friend. As the gas thickened, Anthony' s cold eyes met mine, devoid of friendship. "He'll be the perfect scapegoat, Sabrina. No one questions the actions of a man with PTSD." Rage burned, but my body was useless. I was trapped, listening to them discuss my staged suicide, my betrayal. My father, the real hero, would have saved Sabrina's. But here I was, drowning in their lies. Then, black. I woke, paralyzed, a machine beeping. Overhearing Sabrina confirm I was in a medically induced coma, the narrative set: "Troubled veteran... committed treason." They had even altered security footage. Buried alive. What kind of nightmare was this? And who could possibly believe me, trapped in a dead body, with no voice?”
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