The Lie My Fiancé Created

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I cried out, my arms flailing as I fought for balance on the swaying, unstable surface. My injured hands, the one

me, a dizzying sickness that made my legs tremble and my breath catch in my throat.

me, their faces impassive. They were spectators at a show of

her hands like a child. She turned to Daryl. "Let

I screamed, but

as Daryl' s lips curved into a cruel sm

was thrown from side to side, my grip on the ropes slipping. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to stop. These wer

of Daryl' s phone ringing. "I have to take this," he sa

le of the bridge with Kenisha. She crept onto t

d, her eyes gleaming with a feverish int

pulled a small, wicked-loo

I gasped, my heart pou

With a swift, deliberate motion, she began to saw at the rope supp

ed, trying to scramble back towards the

rfect imitation of terror. "Daryl, help! Ferne is

e severed rope, Kenisha's feigned panic, and me, frozen in

elled, lunging

Kenisha sobbed, a masterful performance of s

movements sure and strong, and carried her back to the safety of the cliff edge. H

mmanded. "I'll be r

tic, wracking coughs, he was instantly distr

to the car. I'll get you to a hospital." He looked back at me, his pr

was only the sound of the wind whistling through the c

't comi

he force of a physical blow.

ands bleeding and raw. It was a slow, agonizing journey, but I finally felt the solid ground of the c

, my fingers fumbling with the screen. It rang once

erve calling me! How could yo

you talking about?

She had a heart episode because of you! You tried to kil

ne wen

. I was alone, miles from civilization, abandoned and framed for a crime I didn't commit. A

the sky in hues of orange and purple, a beautiful