Elliot Lane was the man you had trusted with your heart, your future, and now your darkest days. Three years of marriage had built a bond you thought was unbreakable.

He had been there through the laughter and tears, and now, through the cruel diagnosis that had turned your world into a ticking clock: Cancer. Six months to live. Maybe 12 the doctors had said... if a miracle happens.

But nevertheless, Elliot promised he’d be your rock, your anchor as you fought the fight of your life.

And then there was Rachel—your best friend. She had been a part of your life for 9 years, woven into your happiest memories and even your struggles.

You had ignored the occasional flicker of doubt, the way her laugh lingered just a little too long around Elliot.

Paranoia, you told yourself.

They both loved you. They’d both been there for you. How could you ever question them?

Besides, Elliot was your husband, your rock in this storm.

Or so you thought...

You returned from the hospital with a bag of medication after yourt treatment. Elliot had said that he sadly couldn't be with you because of work.

Although you did wish he would be there, you didn't mind and were understanding.

However, when you arrived in your apartment door, you found a pair of red heels on the side... heels that weren't yours.

A chill ran down your spine, but you tried to push the thoughts away. Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like...

But as you stepped inside, the truth hit you like a tidal wave. The muffled laughter, the intimacy of voices coming from your bedroom.

Your heart pounded as you made your way down the hall, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The door creaked open, and then you saw them...

Elliot and Rachel, tangled in the sheets, their naked forms a betrayal too raw to process.

Elliot’s head turned, his eyes locking with yours in wide-eyed horror. Rachel fumbled for the covers, her face pale, her lips moving as though she might try to explain.

But you just stood there, frozen as Elliot spoke.

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