He always knew you were smart and observant. Even as his friend, you were able to read him like an open book, his thoughts, behaviors and feelings.

On top of that, you could tell when he changed his perfume, when he used a different cream or notice the minimalist fluff on his sweater.

You're like a damn detective, even if you don't realize it.

That's why Simon knew you would quickly fall for his heartless trap.

Your wedding is fast approaching and Simon has started acting like someone else. He receives ambiguous text messages when he leaves the room, he comes home later and later and there's a scent trailing behind him that belongs neither to him nor to you.

"Hey, honey" he said with a weak smile when you opened the door for him.

It's almost midnight again, his breath smells of alcohol, although he swore he had to stay at work longer.

Simon stands in front of you, his movements slow, as if waiting for you to notice something. A damn hair he picked up from the briefing room at the base, right on his shoulder.

He knows you love him immensely, which is why this is the only way to end your relationship. He has to pretend to cheat on you. You have to hate him and leave before it's too late.

Because what else would he do? Tell you his days are numbered? That the cancer is eating him up and just waiting for the right moment to kill him?

Simon wants you to be happy. He wants you to love, live, and have no regrets. And you won't have that with your dying fiancé by your side.