Betrayal by My Fiancé

My fiancé was involved in a car accident and fell into a coma, racking up medical bills that reached staggering heights. Yet, I couldn't abandon him. I juggled five jobs, working tirelessly day and night, sleeping less than three hours a day. Those three years pushed me to the brink more times than I can count.

One day, as I lugged a coffee machine up more than twenty flights of stairs for delivery to a tech firm's office, I saw him—my supposed fiancé, who I thought was confined to a luxury hospital room—dressed smartly in a suit, confidently leading a meeting. When his eyes met my exhausted gaze, he visibly panicked and hurried to explain, "It was Angel's idea to test your true feelings..."

"Well, you’ve made your point. I don't love you anymore."

While I dragged the machine up to the 24th floor, gasping for air, my fiancé, Jensen King, appeared from around a corner, looking polished and at ease. I bumped into him, feeling as though I'd plunged into ice-cold water. My body started to tremble uncontrollably.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.

Jensen's eyes swept over me, a fleeting look of shock before he regained his poise. "You look terrible. What are you wearing?" His voice dripped with disdain.

Instinctively, I glanced at my reflection: sweaty, tangled hair, worn-out clothes, and hands rough from endless labor. "I'm sorry," I apologized reflexively, as if I were dealing with a difficult customer, though I'd done nothing wrong.

Jensen pinched his nose in disgust. "What’s that smell? It’s revolting. Can you move away?"

I stepped back. After three years apart, his first reaction wasn't one of explanation or joy, but revulsion. I felt my blood run cold.

It took a moment to gather myself and ask, "Jensen, weren't you supposed to be in the hospital? How..." He interrupted me.

"I was discharged a long time ago."

"When? How did I not know?"

Jensen looked at me boldly, his response unapologetic, "If I hadn't pretended to be in a coma, how could I have truly known your feelings for me?"

My mind went blank as I collapsed onto the floor. So, that was it.

Three years ago, Jensen had a car accident and fell into a coma—or so I thought. Orphaned and without any support, I was just a fresh graduate back then, penniless. Yet, I shouldered the burden of his astronomical medical expenses. I wanted to save him, regardless of the cost.

For those three years, I took any job I could find, juggling five positions, sleeping just three hours a night. By day, I hauled bricks on construction sites, and at night, I worked at a diner. On weekends, I had side gigs as a tutor, server, and coffee delivery driver. I endured hardships I never imagined possible.

My hands grew thick with calluses and showed signs of frostbite. I even broke my left leg at a construction site. I dared not claim compensation for fear of