I had everything planned. The fancy dinner, the perfect ring, even the little speech I had rehearsed a hundred times in my head. Tonight was the night I was going to propose to Liana.

But right as I was about to leave, my phone buzzed. Her sister, Marissa.

“Come outside. Now.”

I frowned. Marissa and I got along fine, but we weren’t exactly close. Still, something about her message felt urgent. I stepped outside, and there she was, pacing in my driveway.

“Marissa? What’s going on?”

She turned to face me, eyes filled with something between panic and guilt. “You can’t propose to Liana.”

My stomach twisted. “What?”

She took a deep breath. “Because there’s something you don’t know. Something she should’ve told you a long time ago.”

I did not know what to say. My mind raced, wondering what on earth could possibly make her stop me from proposing to the woman I loved.

“Marissa, what are you talking about?” I asked, my voice shaking. I had rehearsed this moment for so long—I’d even thought through the possibility of getting cold feet—but nothing had prepared me for this.

Marissa’s eyes darted around, as if she was debating whether or not to tell me. After what felt like an eternity of silence, she spoke again, her voice quieter this time.

“There’s something in Liana’s past… something that she hasn’t told you. And I think you should know before you make that commitment.”

A knot formed in my stomach. “What do you mean? What is it?”

Marissa bit her lip, looking down at the ground before meeting my gaze. “It’s about her ex-boyfriend, Jason. She was with him for years before you two started dating, and… they had a pretty toxic relationship. He was controlling, manipulative. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that Jason—he disappeared. No one knows where he is. Not her family, not the police. He just… vanished.”

I felt my heart drop. “Wait, are you telling me she was involved in something bad? That she—”

“No, no,” Marissa quickly cut me off, her voice panicked. “It’s not that. Liana didn’t have anything to do with it, at least not directly. But she never told you about Jason’s disappearance, did she? Because she’s terrified. She thinks if you knew the truth, you’d leave her.”

The ground felt like it was slipping out from under me. The woman I’d been with for almost two years, the one I was about to propose to, had hidden something like this from me? And her sister was just now telling me?

“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I was trying to wrap my head around everything she had just said, but it wasn’t coming together.

Marissa stepped closer, her face serious. “Because I know what you’re about to do. And I want you to hear the full story from me, not from some stranger or the media.”

My mind was racing. The truth? What truth? I thought I knew Liana, but now there was this whole other side to her—something that had been hidden for so long. I couldn’t even begin to understand what was going on.

“I can’t just walk away from this, Marissa,” I said. “I love her. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Marissa’s face softened. “I know. And I know she loves you too. But this… Jason was the reason she was so guarded when you two first started dating. She was terrified he would come back. Terrified that you’d find out and leave her because of her past. But now, with everything happening lately—her family has been getting involved, digging up old stuff—and she’s afraid it’s all going to catch up with her.”

I was silent for a moment, trying to digest it all. I had never seen Liana like this—always confident, always full of love, always supportive. The idea that she was still carrying around this huge secret, one that might tear apart everything I thought I knew, made my chest tighten.

I looked back at Marissa, my mind spinning. “So what should I do? Do I just walk away from her? From us?”

Marissa stepped closer and placed a hand on my shoulder. “No, not at all. But you need to hear the whole story, from her. I can’t be the one to tell you everything. But I can tell you this: Liana’s biggest fear is that she’ll lose you because of something that happened years ago. It’s been eating her up inside. She thinks if you know about Jason, it will make you think less of her, or worse, that you’ll walk away.”

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, weighing everything Marissa had just told me. I thought of the woman I was about to propose to—her smile, her laughter, the way she always had a comforting word when I was struggling. I couldn’t imagine losing her, not over something she hadn’t even brought up. But I also didn’t want to propose to her without knowing everything.

“Do you think I should talk to her?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Marissa nodded. “Yes. But just know, she’s not hiding it from you to hurt you. She’s hiding it because she’s afraid. She’s afraid that if you knew, it would destroy everything. She’s been carrying it for so long, and she doesn’t know how to bring it up without losing you.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision before me. The proposal, the ring, the future—all of it felt like it was hanging in the balance.

“I’m going to talk to her,” I said, more to myself than to Marissa. “I love her. I need to know the truth. We deserve that, don’t we?”

Marissa smiled softly, her eyes filled with something close to relief. “You deserve the truth. Both of you.”

I drove to Liana’s apartment with my heart pounding. The night, which had started with excitement and anticipation, now felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I had no idea how this conversation would go, but I knew I had to have it. There were no shortcuts.

When I walked into her apartment, Liana was in the kitchen, humming as she prepared some food. Her smile lit up the room when she saw me. “Hey, you’re here! I thought you’d be—”

“Can we talk?” I interrupted, my voice unsteady.

Her smile faltered. “Of course. What’s going on?”

I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the ring in my pocket. It felt like a symbol of everything I thought was right, but now it felt so uncertain.

“I talked to Marissa,” I began, my voice low.

Liana’s face paled, and she set the knife down, wiping her hands on her apron. “You did?” Her voice trembled slightly. “I—I didn’t want her to say anything.”

I nodded. “She told me about Jason.”

Liana’s face collapsed in a mix of shock and guilt. She sank into the chair across from me, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I didn’t want you to know,” she whispered. “I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

I took her hand, holding it tightly. “I don’t think less of you. I love you, Liana. I just needed to hear the truth.”

She took a deep breath and began to tell me everything—the toxic relationship, the fear, the heartbreak. And then, how Jason disappeared, leaving her with questions, but also a sense of relief. The pain and the confusion had lingered, and she never found the courage to tell me the full story.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice breaking. “I should’ve told you earlier.”

I squeezed her hand, pulling her into an embrace. “It’s okay. We’ll get through this together.”

In the end, we both realized that the truth, no matter how painful, was something we had to face. And after hearing her story, after seeing her vulnerability, I knew that my love for her had only deepened. I wouldn’t walk away from her—her past didn’t define who she was today.

When the time came, I still proposed. But this time, the ring felt more meaningful than ever, not because of the future we had planned, but because of the truth we had shared.

And I knew, in that moment, that love wasn’t just about perfect moments. It was about accepting the flaws, the fears, and the secrets, and choosing to move forward together.

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