arsh fluorescent lights, as my fiancée Chloe begged
ved this nightmare once before, framed by Chloe and her lover Derek, condemned t
mbering every agonizing memory, e
sealed my supposed guilt, my heart
's narrative of my villainy would protect him as she took over m
ssed the horrifying truth: she had systematically poisoned me for years
her eyes, mixed with the shock of realizing her long-te
ch depravity? Yet, beneath the agony,
urt, battered and broken, seemingly de
osedly betrayed, the woman from my true
ne, knelt before me and asked: "Ethan, this lifetime, will you marry me?" She remembe