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My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 677    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

the small spaces between sedative doses. In those brief, lu

But one is different. Her name is Maria. Her touch is gentle, her voice is quiet, and her eyes are sharp. She lingers a

lead, but I manage to open them a fraction. The world is a slit of blurry light.

it. Now

into one single point of action. My right hand. It' s a

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ng over the bed rail. "

I can move. Slowly, painstakingly, I lift my h

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from his world. Morse code. I tap my finger against th

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flicker of fear, then a spark of resolve. She give

listening ears. She administers the sedative, and I feel the familiar fog begin

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dside, leaning in close. His

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age, pure and hot, floods my system. I am

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ain shoots through my leg.

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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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