ed shaking.

A choked sob escaped her.

“Jill,” I whispered. “Please.”

She wiped at her face, her breathing ragged.

When she finally looked at me, her eyes were red and glassy.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” she whispered. “But I was scared.”

My whole body felt stiff, like I was frozen in place. “Tell me now.”

Jill squeezed her hands together, her fingers trembling.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly. She wasn’t just upset—she was terrified.

She took a deep, shaky breath and let the words fall from her lips.

“I have a child.” The world seemed to stop.

I stared at her, my brain refusing to process what I had just heard. “You… what?”

Her voice was barely audible.

“I had her when I was fourteen.”

I couldn’t speak. Jill sniffled, rubbing her hands over her face. “My parents… they raised her as their own.” Her breath hitched.

“They told everyone she was their daughter. Even she doesn’t know the truth.”

The room tilted. I felt like I was sinking into the mattress, unable to move, unable to think.

I forced my mouth to work.

“So… your little sister…”

Jill nodded, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “She’s not my sister,” she said. “She’s my daughter.”

The air left my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe. Everything I knew—everything I believed about Jill, about our life together—shifted beneath me.

Jill’s sister. The girl I had spent holidays with.

The one I had joked around with. The one I had watched grow up over the years.

She wasn’t her sister. She was her child.

I felt dizzy.

My hands were clammy, my chest tight.

“You’ve lied to me…” My voice cracked. “For seven years?”

Jill let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t know how to tell you.” She sniffled.

“At first, I thought it didn’t matter. We were young. It wasn’t something I wanted to bring up.

But then… time passed. And the longer I waited, the harder it got.”

I clenched my jaw. “You should have told me.”

“I know.” She looked down at her lap, ashamed.

“I thought… maybe I’d never have to.”

I let out a hollow laugh. It wasn’t funny, but I didn’t know what else to do. “And what?

Just keep pretending she’s your sister forever?”

She wiped at her face, her hands shaking. “I don’t know. I was scared.”

I ran a hand through my hair, my mind spinning.

“Did your parents force you to lie?” My voice was rough, uneven.

Jill exhaled shakily. “Not force. But they made it clear it was the best thing for everyone.

They thought it would ruin my life if people knew the truth. So they… took over. And I let them.”

I stared at her, my emotions warring inside me.

“I wanted to tell you,” she whispered.

“So many times. But every time I tried, I just—” She shook her head. “I was terrified you’d leave.”

I let out a slow breath.

“You should have trusted me.”

Tears streamed down her face. “I know.”

I wanted to be angry, but mostly, I just felt… lost.

Jill sniffled. “Please.

Say something.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say.”

She reached for my hand, gripping it tightly. “I love you.

That hasn’t changed.”

I looked at Jill—broken, vulnerable, terrified. But she was still my Jill. The woman I loved.

The woman I still wanted forever with.

So I reached into my pocket, pulled out the ring, and whispered, “Marry me.”

Through her tears, she gasped. “Yes!”

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