Underneath the elegant gown wasn’t something grotesque or scandalous—it was a bulletproof vest, strapped tightly to my torso.
“I’m not who you think I am, Greg,” I said softly, the words catching in my throat. “My real name isn’t Lily. I was placed in witness protection three years ago after I testified against a dangerous cartel. Everything—the new identity, the story, our entire life together—it was meant to keep me safe.”
Greg shook his head, tears streaking his face. “So none of this was real?”
I knelt beside him. “My name might not be real… but my love for you is. Every moment, every word, every kiss—it was all me.”
He stared at me in silence. Then he got up… and walked out the door without saying a word.
I haven’t seen him since.
💔 Moral:
Sometimes the truth doesn’t just set you free—it sets fire to everything you’ve built. But hiding who you are to protect others can still cost you everything.
