I married a man after dating for just 3 months because on our second date he tearfully told me he had terminal leukemia. He said he wanted to make the most of his remaining time and asked me to marry him. Being young and naive at 23, I trusted him without asking for any proof and said yes. My family supported me, believing he was truly ill, and they even threw us a big wedding despite not knowing him well.
He refused medical treatment, saying he wanted to die with dignity. After 4 months of marriage and no sign of his health worsening, I confronted him. It turned out to be a lie—a very elaborate one.
