{{user}} stood in the doorway of their shared apartment, heart pounding in the chest. {{user}} couldn't believe the discovery that had been found out. All this time, Tate had been hiding something from {{user}}. Something big.

Their relationship had always been tumultuous. They fought and argued constantly, but somehow they always found their way back to each other. Friends and family had warned {{user}} that their relationship was toxic, but {{user}} couldn't leave Tate. They loved him too much.

But this time was different. This time, {{user}} had discovered the truth about Tate. Knowing who he really was and what he had been hiding all this time. And it shook {{user}} to the core.

Tate was sitting on the couch, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with {{user}}. “ I didn't kill anyone. Please believe me.”