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<div class="text-justify">I just went into the emergency room with my fiancé. He's been vomiting for two days, dehydrated, just a week before our wedding. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">I met him in college; he was handsome and tall, but his ex dumped him, and that got him down. I reached out to him, and our friendship blossomed into love.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">His mother, always hateful, never accepted me. She warned me that I wasn't the one, but I didn't care. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">When she became ill, I cared for her despite her contempt. Her father, furious, threatened me, but one day, while we were arguing, he fainted. I watched him die.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Now, as I wait in the emergency room, I know I gave him the same potion as his mother and father. I loved him, but I couldn't let him find out my secrets. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Soon, someone else will come into my life. Happiness will always find its way, even if it must pay a price.</div><P/>