My partner contracted an unusual illness, and his survival seemed unlikely. To secure the treatment, I had an intimate encounter with the head of the research facility. Clay Danhauser pulled through. He proposed to me on bended knee, his eyes brimming with tears. However, shortly after, I discovered him trying on wedding attire—with my former college housemate. When I mustered the courage to address this, he responded with contempt. "The idea of you being intimate with another man disgusts me! I should marry someone pure and untainted—not someone who's been shared like a cheap, soiled plaything!" His cruel words left