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The Lie That Tore Us Apart

Ryan Miller returned to the country when I and Ariel Wilson loved each other most. Ariel was only three months pregnant. She shrank into a small ball and sat in my arms, pulling my hand to her belly, comforting softly. "Jay, don't worry, the three of us will never be separated." Such lies were eventually exposed. That day, I accompanied her to the rooftop and persuaded Ryan to come down, but I saw them kissing tightly with my own eyes. I should have known the depth of their bond. Later, she knelt on the ground and begged me not to leave. I didn't say a word, just placed the ultrasound image of the already formed fetus in front of her, but she completely lost her mind.