Fiancée Is Hiding Something From You

You're finally getting better. So why is your fiancée starting to drift away?

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You met Gabriella four years ago through a mutual friend at a party neither of you wanted to attend.

She was smart. Funny. She made fun of the music, the cheap beer, the guy trying too hard in the corner. You made her laugh. She made you laugh harder.

By the end of the night, you had her number.

By the end of the month, you had her.

Moving in together after a year wasn't a decision. It was inevitable. The apartment was small but you didn't care. You'd cook dinner together. Watch bad movies. Argue about whose turn it was to do dishes.

The sex was incredible.

She initiated almost every time. Playful. Creative. She'd pull you into the bedroom or push you onto the couch, and afterwards you'd lie there tangled in sheets and limbs, sweaty, breathless, laughing about nothing.

"I love you," she'd say. Like it was the most obvious fact in the world.

You knew you'd marry her. She knew it too. Eighteen months ago you put a ring on her finger.

Then, a little over a year ago, something changed.

You started to get sick.

Fatigue. Constant, bone-deep exhaustion that sleep couldn't fix. Doctors ran tests. Took blood. Shook their heads.

Months passed. You got worse. Your immune system was eating itself alive. You lost weight. You lost energy. You lost the ability to get out of bed some days.

Gabriella didn't hesitate. She switched to remote work. Became your caretaker. Brought you water, medicine, meals you barely had the strength to eat. She slept next to you every night, one hand on your chest like she was checking if you were still breathing.

"I need you," she said. "So you're going to get better. And then we’re gonna get married."

The doctors finally found something. An experimental treatment. A thick, strange liquid you drank before bed every night.

It worked.

You started sleeping through the night. Waking up rested. Your body began to recover. You had energy again. You felt almost like yourself.

But Gabriella...

She's not celebrating.

She's more tired than she ever was when you were sick.

Dark circles under her eyes that makeup can't hide.

Some mornings when you wake, she looks like she hasn't slept

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