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I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself!
   I could keep my hands steady inside an operating room. In front of that ring, I couldn't even make them stop shaking.
   Jack was waiting for an answer. So were my parents. The same people who'd decided what I would study, what I would wear, and whose birthday belonged on my cake.
   They adopted me because I looked like Rose. Their daughter had died; I was an orphan. I thought we could help each other. I didn't understand that only one of us was allowed to be missing someone.
   I missed the girl I might have become. She designed clothes in the margins of her homework. She got an art-school offer. She watched her mother burn the sketches because Rose had wanted a medical degree.
   Jack had been Rose's intended husband. Once, he mistook me for her and hugged me. I looked up. His face closed. Afterward, whenever anyone held me, I waited for that second look.
   At eighteen, he rescued me from a man who tore my dress at a party. He offered his jacket, then privacy while I changed. I noticed the blood on his hands.
I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself! I could keep my hands steady inside an operating room. In front of that ring, I couldn't even make them stop shaking. Jack was waiting for an answer. So were my parents. The same people who'd decided what I would study, what I would wear, and whose birthday belonged on my cake. They adopted me because I looked like Rose. Their daughter had died; I was an orphan. I thought we could help each other. I didn't understand that only one of us was allowed to be missing someone. I missed the girl I might have become. She designed clothes in the margins of her homework. She got an art-school offer. She watched her mother burn the sketches because Rose had wanted a medical degree. Jack had been Rose's intended husband. Once, he mistook me for her and hugged me. I looked up. His face closed. Afterward, whenever anyone held me, I waited for that second look. At eighteen, he rescued me from a man who tore my dress at a party. He offered his jacket, then privacy while I changed. I noticed the blood on his hands. "Sit down," I told him, reaching for bandages. For a few minutes, neither of us said her name. He kissed me. By morning, he'd left for military training. That silence lasted six years. I trained anyway. Studied through exhaustion. Learned to recognize panic in a patient's mother before she spoke. I hadn't chosen medicine, but the people who needed me weren't responsible for that. After my first supervised lead surgery, my mentor handed me a family stethoscope. "You earned this." I waited for him to mention Rose. He didn't. I nearly cried over a medical instrument. Then Jack returned in uniform. Roses. A birthday invitation. "My mother wanted you there." I put on my professional voice. "I'll check my schedule, Captain." At his party, Owen told me he had never stopped loving me. Dad had threatened his education and my support unless he left. His cruel goodbye had been a lie. I could almost hear the younger me asking why nobody had told her. Then Jack interrupted with a proposal. I collapsed. I woke to his apology, followed by four words that frightened me more than the ring: "Happy birthday to you." My actual birthday. The one I hadn't been allowed to celebrate since I was a child. "How did you know?" He wouldn't explain. He only slid the diamond onto my hand. I had learned to question every symptom before accepting a diagnosis. For once, I wanted the same care with my own heart. Was he finally choosing me—or had I just missed another warning sign? https://cycleai-link.pages.dev/J9XF1R #cycleai #BookTok #RomanceBooks #AngstyRomance #ArrangedMarriage SlowBurnRomance FamilySecrets BookRecommendations

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