I was born under a curse: I can only speak the truth. The moment a lie crosses my lips, retribution

I was born under a curse: I can only speak the truth. The moment a lie crosses my lips, retribution follows like an electric shock. When I was eight, I lied about an arithmetic test; five seconds later, I tripped over a curb and split my knee to the bone. At twelve, I faked a stomachache to skip school, only to collapse into an unexplainable, comatose state on the kitchen floor. The doctors at the hospital ran every panel, finding no pathogen, no seizure activity, nothing to explain why my vitals had simply flatlined. Growing up, people learned to avoid me. I was dangerous. I couldn't preserve a social grace; I couldn't hold a secret. Only Colin loved it. He was an orphan with bruised knuckles and a bottomless pit where his self-worth should have been. In my affliction, he found an obsessive sanctuary. Every single afternoon, he would corner me against the chain-link fence by the bleachers, his dark eyes wide and hungry: "Do you love me? How much? Do you love only me?" And when I answered truthfully, his chest would heave, and he would bury his face into the crook of my neck, weeping with relief. "Gracie, you're all I have," he would choke out, his grip bruising my shoulder blades. "You have to love me a little more every single day." And I did. I loved him until it felt like marrow in my bones. Yet marriage didn't cure Colin's starvation; it only mutated it. The quiet boy who used to cling to my collarbone became a man who manufactured crises just to watch me bleed for him. #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama