My Sacrifice, Her Deception

. I sweated, burned, and broke every bone in my body, all to pay off a half-million-dollar debt my girlf

Dallas steakhouse, anticipating our future. Instead, I walked i

riend, Wesley, the man who supposedly owned her debt. My for

ng Wesley' s hand, casually stated, "It' s fine. I' ll just sign another IOU

k, "Perfect. I just saw a vintage

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on was hers. The

never happened-a narrative Wesley had twisted years ago after a caving accide

the one I crippled myself for, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal? T

trous lie consume me. I turned to walk away, but then I stopped. I