part 2 As you laid there, stunned and bleeding, the room seemed to blur at the edges. The knife that had been used so casually before now seemed like a dark symbol of betrayal. H/n, usually so affectionate and protective, stood frozen, his face a mix of confusion and regret. "Why...?" you whispered, the pain making it hard to breathe. You struggled to reach out, but your strength was waning. H/n’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the blood pooling around you. "No! No, this isn’t happening!" He dropped the knife and rushed to your side, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood with trembling hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he muttered repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please, stay with me." He grabbed his phone and dialed emergency services with shaking fingers, his voice breaking as he tried to explain the situation. The seconds felt like hours, and despite the agony, you could see how utterly devastated and scared he was. The paramedics arrived swiftly, taking over with practiced efficiency. They worked to stabilize you while H/n stood to the side, pale and distraught. As they loaded you into the ambulance, he tried to follow, but was held back, his pleas echoing in the night. In the hospital, as you were wheeled into surgery, H/n was left in the waiting room, pacing and wringing his hands. The realization of what had happened was hitting him hard-his actions had consequences far beyond what he could have imagined. Hours passed, and when the doctors finally came out, they informed him that you were stable but needed time to recover. H/n’s relief was palpable, but so was his guilt. He wanted to make amends and ensure you understood how deeply sorry he was. As you woke up in a hospital bed, groggy but alive, you saw H/n sitting by your side, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He looked up with red-rimmed eyes, holding your hand tightly. "I’m so sorry," he whispered, voice choked with emotion. "I don’t know what happened. I was scared and angry and I... I didn’t mean for any of this." You squeezed his hand weakly, trying to offer some comfort despite your own pain. It was going to be a long road ahead, filled with difficult conversations and healing. But in that moment, seeing him there, you knew that the future, though uncertain, was worth fighting for. idk what I wrote but I wrote smth Part 3: Days turned into weeks as you slowly recovered in the hospital. H/n remained by your side as much as the medical staff allowed, his presence a constant reminder of the complicated emotions swirling around the incident. The doctors were cautiously optimistic about your recovery, but they made it clear that physical healing was just one part of the journey. Psychological trauma would need to be addressed, and it was crucial for both of you to navigate the aftermath together. You and H/n were eventually cleared to leave the hospital. The atmosphere at home was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Therapy sessions were scheduled for both of you-yours to address the trauma and his to understand the underlying issues that led to the violence. In your sessions, you began to unravel the layers of what had happened. It was painful, confronting the reality of the betrayal and the fear that had driven H/n to such an extreme. H/n's sessions were equally grueling as he grappled with his actions and sought to find redemption. During this period, communication was key. You both made a concerted effort to talk openly about your feelings, even though it was challenging. H/n expressed his regret and took full responsibility for his actions, while you shared your fears and the difficulty of reconciling the person you loved with the person who hurt you. Gradually, you began to see glimpses of the person H/n used to be-the compassionate and loving partner who had always been there for you. It became clear that his actions were a result of deep-seated issues that had not been properly addressed. With professional help, he started to work on himself, making real strides in understanding and controlling his impulses. You too embarked on a path of self-discovery and healing. Each day brought new challenges, but you found solace in the small victories-moments of laughter, shared understanding, and genuine progress. Your bond, though tested, was slowly being rebuilt on a foundation of honesty and mutual support. As the months passed, you began to see a future where both of you could heal and grow. It would take time, effort, and patience, but the shared journey towards recovery gave you hope. The path ahead was uncertain, but facing it together, with a commitment to understanding and forgiveness, made the future seem a little less daunting. Hope you like it
A different part 2 As you lay there on the ground with your own blood pooling around you he goes into a nervous breakdown. You know if he get's the chance he might try stabbing you again. The rush of adreniline gives you the strength to crawl to the bathroom. You reach into your pocket and find your phone, damaged, but working. 9.1.1 As you wait for the call to pick up you listen to his screams of anger and you wonder what caused such a pyschotic out break "9.1.1 what is your emergency?" you look down at your phone and try speaking, but at first all that comes out is the gurgling noise of your blood. You feel like you might pass out even with the adrenaline running, the agony is excruciating. *blood gurgling* "St stabbed me b boyfriend. 43.... Equinox l lane..." you have stated the emergency and your address to the lady. You feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness within the seconds. "Hi hiding... he has a... knife..." you feel absolute calm wash over you and you fall asleep. You wake up to the pounding on the door and your boyfriends psychotic screams along with the operators frantic questions as she pin points your location. You wait a minute before the banging on the door stops. Just when you are about to breath a sigh of relief and pain a knife goes through the door twice, and even though he has difficulty stabbing through the door you know he could easily get in within minutes if not seconds. Just when all hope seems lost you hear the sirens down the street which seem to make your boyfriend fear the worst. "Babe stay in the bathroom I didn't mean to do this tell them it wasn't my fault please-" The door is banged on and then you hear the crashing as the paramedics and cops make their way into the nice two story house. You hear them telling your boyfriend to put his hands up and he does now sobbing making himself look like the victim. The door is banged down and just then the adrenaline seems to cut off and you pass out this time clinging onto whatever life you have left. You awake in a hospital bed with beeping machines checking your heart rate. You try sitting up and you see the bandage in your abdomen covering most of your stomach too. As you sit up you recall the days events and you press the remote which alerts the staff you need something. A doctor comes into the room within ten minutes with her scrubs and smiles at you. "Hello I am doctor Lisa Stinnet you have been in coma for two whole days after you had taken a stab wound to the abdominal area. We had a successful surgery and you have made some improvement over the days so you should be out of here in no time." You think over what she said and plaster a smile onto your face nodding your head. "Thank you. Did my boyfriend, the man who did this go to jail?" She sighs "Sorry we don't know much about that it's confidential." You and the doctor have a long conversation as she changes your bandages and hooks you up to different fluids. After about fifteen minutes a attorney is there asking you many questions you don't have all the answers to. "All I know is I want to sue and press charges against him" (Time skip two months later) On the screen of the court room their a picture of you in the hospital bed with your cut open and on display. You have decided to take legal act knowing he can't be out on the streets he needs to be in a psyche ward or prison. The judge has decided a verdict and finds your ex-boyfriend guilty on all accounts. You have sued for one-hundred grand and have made one-fifty grand and he has to pay for all legal things for you. You knew he was rich, but not that rich. You have moved out of your tiny house that use to serve as inspiration and love, but now served as a reminder of desperation and fear. It holds all your trauma and you want to escape it and so you move into a beautiful penthouse. You have cameras, locks on every door and window, and you have bought a licence to carry and own guns to which you put in safes in every room of the house. Your ex has twenty years in prison with the possibility of parole in fifteen years which is more than enough for you. (Three years later big time skip guys) You have a new husband and one beautiful daughter. Your husband happens to be one of the cops first on scene at the tiny house where your ex tried murdering you. He understands the pain and trauma and has decided to help you through it where you both fell in love and got married. Your baby is only two months old, but healthy and loved to death by the both of you. Your biggest fear is that one day, when he gets out he will come for you and everything your close to and nothing will get in his way. Thanks for reading have a good day guys! 💚
Part 2 You lay there as he looks at you he stabs you again and walks of you lay there Wake up girl this can happen no big tall man with blue eyes are going to save you your gana die this can happen to you life is real and not some fantasy WAKE UP
My pt2 U stay there watching him in shock with tears rolling down My love now we can be perfect as he drags you to the basement There he makes fall asleep You wake "as a new person " your body parts have changed you feel stronger Pt3 ?
Part 2: Y/N: You ✨ H/N: him E/N: your “Enemy” --------- You lay there, your face twisted into agony and blood pooled under you as H/N’s piercing gaze softened. He touched your arm, but you shoved him away with your strength. “Don’t..touch me. Call the ambulance” You said weakly, sputtering blood. H/N quickly called the ambulance, and you could hear sirens distantly. The paramedics took you to the hospital to recover. You didn’t want to see H/N. You cried and sniffled, why would H/N betray you? Your angry glare went onto H/N as he came into the room with a saddened look. “Honey, I’m so so-“ H/N said before you cut him off. “Save it!” You scoffed, your glare deepening. As H/N approached, your face was aggravated but you were too weak to move. As H/N was about to touch you, a sudden cold hand appeared on his shoulder… “Don’t touch her.” E/N was there?! E/N shoved H/N and H/N snarled and was about to hit him before you intervened. “Stop this instant.” You mumbled, and E/N took you out the hospital days later into his Tesla. You blushed. Did E/N really care..? -------- Part 2? if so I’m gonna write sweet before spicy
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not the plot twist 😭😭
What the heck, the plot twist bro😭
12 timesss 😭✋
Not my problem, that's just not my problem, problem, not my problem, that's just not my problem 🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Haters talking shit, bitches talking shit is not my problem
Frrrr
Real😭🙏🏾
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂I’m sorry I have to laugh
The song with the story is just…..
@@kristalsimmonds.3755 I know i was laughing so hard
Dammit this is giving "i would take a bullet for you just to prove my love. Only to find out ur the one holding the gun." 😅😢
But then filling the empty gap back up LITERALLY 😅😅😅
Yesssss
....me tryna keep a straight face infront of my mum
Real😭
Same I’m laughing and smiling and everything!!😭😭😭😭
Fr I'm trying so hard 😂
SAME BRO IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY 😅😅😅😂😅😂😂😅😅😅
😢😢😢😭😭😭
part 2
As you laid there, stunned and bleeding, the room seemed to blur at the edges. The knife that had been used so casually before now seemed like a dark symbol of betrayal. H/n, usually so affectionate and protective, stood frozen, his face a mix of confusion and regret.
"Why...?" you whispered, the pain making it hard to breathe. You struggled to reach out, but your strength was waning.
H/n’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the blood pooling around you. "No! No, this isn’t happening!" He dropped the knife and rushed to your side, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood with trembling hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he muttered repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please, stay with me."
He grabbed his phone and dialed emergency services with shaking fingers, his voice breaking as he tried to explain the situation. The seconds felt like hours, and despite the agony, you could see how utterly devastated and scared he was.
The paramedics arrived swiftly, taking over with practiced efficiency. They worked to stabilize you while H/n stood to the side, pale and distraught. As they loaded you into the ambulance, he tried to follow, but was held back, his pleas echoing in the night.
In the hospital, as you were wheeled into surgery, H/n was left in the waiting room, pacing and wringing his hands. The realization of what had happened was hitting him hard-his actions had consequences far beyond what he could have imagined.
Hours passed, and when the doctors finally came out, they informed him that you were stable but needed time to recover. H/n’s relief was palpable, but so was his guilt. He wanted to make amends and ensure you understood how deeply sorry he was.
As you woke up in a hospital bed, groggy but alive, you saw H/n sitting by your side, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He looked up with red-rimmed eyes, holding your hand tightly.
"I’m so sorry," he whispered, voice choked with emotion. "I don’t know what happened. I was scared and angry and I... I didn’t mean for any of this."
You squeezed his hand weakly, trying to offer some comfort despite your own pain. It was going to be a long road ahead, filled with difficult conversations and healing. But in that moment, seeing him there, you knew that the future, though uncertain, was worth fighting for.
idk what I wrote but I wrote smth
Part 3:
Days turned into weeks as you slowly recovered in the hospital. H/n remained by your side as much as the medical staff allowed, his presence a constant reminder of the complicated emotions swirling around the incident.
The doctors were cautiously optimistic about your recovery, but they made it clear that physical healing was just one part of the journey. Psychological trauma would need to be addressed, and it was crucial for both of you to navigate the aftermath together.
You and H/n were eventually cleared to leave the hospital. The atmosphere at home was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Therapy sessions were scheduled for both of you-yours to address the trauma and his to understand the underlying issues that led to the violence.
In your sessions, you began to unravel the layers of what had happened. It was painful, confronting the reality of the betrayal and the fear that had driven H/n to such an extreme. H/n's sessions were equally grueling as he grappled with his actions and sought to find redemption.
During this period, communication was key. You both made a concerted effort to talk openly about your feelings, even though it was challenging. H/n expressed his regret and took full responsibility for his actions, while you shared your fears and the difficulty of reconciling the person you loved with the person who hurt you.
Gradually, you began to see glimpses of the person H/n used to be-the compassionate and loving partner who had always been there for you. It became clear that his actions were a result of deep-seated issues that had not been properly addressed. With professional help, he started to work on himself, making real strides in understanding and controlling his impulses.
You too embarked on a path of self-discovery and healing. Each day brought new challenges, but you found solace in the small victories-moments of laughter, shared understanding, and genuine progress. Your bond, though tested, was slowly being rebuilt on a foundation of honesty and mutual support.
As the months passed, you began to see a future where both of you could heal and grow. It would take time, effort, and patience, but the shared journey towards recovery gave you hope. The path ahead was uncertain, but facing it together, with a commitment to understanding and forgiveness, made the future seem a little less daunting.
Hope you like it
Can you make a part three? 😊
Can you make a new part
While I'm reading this all I hear is "nOt my ProbleM ,tHats just NoT my PrObleM'
Bro hell no. If my partner STABBED me I'm suing them 😘
guys why he not in jail if he literally almost killed you
POV: You were writing a imagine story when you let your intrusive thoughts win
Edit:omg thank you for 175 likes❤️❤️
LMAO FR
Omg fr😂
"He had a knife"
Me: he's gonna kill me.
"He didn't say anything and stabbed you."
Me: fucking called it.
What a ending- 🫣
Ohhh CRAP I LET MH INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WIN
Roses r red…
Popular people r ugly…
Holy sh!t that escalated quickly 😅
Omg thanks for all the likes ♥️
Damnnnn bro like
I love the second part!!!
the writer let their intrusive thoughts win 😭
A different part 2
As you lay there on the ground with your own blood pooling around you he goes into a nervous breakdown. You know if he get's the chance he might try stabbing you again. The rush of adreniline gives you the strength to crawl to the bathroom. You reach into your pocket and find your phone, damaged, but working. 9.1.1
As you wait for the call to pick up you listen to his screams of anger and you wonder what caused such a pyschotic out break
"9.1.1 what is your emergency?" you look down at your phone and try speaking, but at first all that comes out is the gurgling noise of your blood. You feel like you might pass out even with the adrenaline running, the agony is excruciating.
*blood gurgling* "St stabbed me b boyfriend. 43.... Equinox l lane..." you have stated the emergency and your address to the lady. You feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness within the seconds.
"Hi hiding... he has a... knife..." you feel absolute calm wash over you and you fall asleep. You wake up to the pounding on the door and your boyfriends psychotic screams along with the operators frantic questions as she pin points your location. You wait a minute before the banging on the door stops. Just when you are about to breath a sigh of relief and pain a knife goes through the door twice, and even though he has difficulty stabbing through the door you know he could easily get in within minutes if not seconds.
Just when all hope seems lost you hear the sirens down the street which seem to make your boyfriend fear the worst.
"Babe stay in the bathroom I didn't mean to do this tell them it wasn't my fault please-" The door is banged on and then you hear the crashing as the paramedics and cops make their way into the nice two story house. You hear them telling your boyfriend to put his hands up and he does now sobbing making himself look like the victim.
The door is banged down and just then the adrenaline seems to cut off and you pass out this time clinging onto whatever life you have left.
You awake in a hospital bed with beeping machines checking your heart rate. You try sitting up and you see the bandage in your abdomen covering most of your stomach too. As you sit up you recall the days events and you press the remote which alerts the staff you need something.
A doctor comes into the room within ten minutes with her scrubs and smiles at you.
"Hello I am doctor Lisa Stinnet you have been in coma for two whole days after you had taken a stab wound to the abdominal area. We had a successful surgery and you have made some improvement over the days so you should be out of here in no time."
You think over what she said and plaster a smile onto your face nodding your head.
"Thank you. Did my boyfriend, the man who did this go to jail?"
She sighs "Sorry we don't know much about that it's confidential."
You and the doctor have a long conversation as she changes your bandages and hooks you up to different fluids. After about fifteen minutes a attorney is there asking you many questions you don't have all the answers to. "All I know is I want to sue and press charges against him"
(Time skip two months later) On the screen of the court room their a picture of you in the hospital bed with your cut open and on display. You have decided to take legal act knowing he can't be out on the streets he needs to be in a psyche ward or prison. The judge has decided a verdict and finds your ex-boyfriend guilty on all accounts. You have sued for one-hundred grand and have made one-fifty grand and he has to pay for all legal things for you. You knew he was rich, but not that rich.
You have moved out of your tiny house that use to serve as inspiration and love, but now served as a reminder of desperation and fear. It holds all your trauma and you want to escape it and so you move into a beautiful penthouse. You have cameras, locks on every door and window, and you have bought a licence to carry and own guns to which you put in safes in every room of the house.
Your ex has twenty years in prison with the possibility of parole in fifteen years which is more than enough for you.
(Three years later big time skip guys)
You have a new husband and one beautiful daughter. Your husband happens to be one of the cops first on scene at the tiny house where your ex tried murdering you. He understands the pain and trauma and has decided to help you through it where you both fell in love and got married. Your baby is only two months old, but healthy and loved to death by the both of you.
Your biggest fear is that one day, when he gets out he will come for you and everything your close to and nothing will get in his way.
Thanks for reading have a good day guys! 💚
its good you deserve more likes😊
@@Blink11227 Thanks thats sweet of you
I don't get why people just read the story then not like😢
"you are secretly dating you the bad boy of you collage" me reading this mutiple times because its like 1am and i just thought i was stupid 😂😂
Same bro 😂😅😅
The ppl at the back looking cute the boy was shy at first look at his hand oh I wish I had somone to care about
Y/n dying
H/n: not🙄my🤡problem🤘🏽thats😔just🤣not🤯my😅problem💀
WHAT! Oh my god. I was NOT expecting that!!
Part 2
You lay there as he looks at you he stabs you again and walks of you lay there
Wake up girl this can happen no big tall man with blue eyes are going to save you your gana die this can happen to you life is real and not some fantasy WAKE UP
Me thinking this would be weird
💫the plot twist💫😭
Bruh the plot twist 💀
WTH was that the person who wrote this is going through something😬😳
And the next thing you know, we will magically come back alive (or not) or bro starts actually caring or just leaves us 💀💀🙏
“Blooding to death”💀 😭✋🏼
😭Nah I just noticed😭
NO WHY DID WE HAVE TO BLOODING TO DEATH 😨😨😰🐺
THE PRONUNCIATION U CANT-
Exactly everything about this imagine is just wrong why would someone want to imagine getting stabbed by their partner 😭
@@Anonymouse-wi9uh Reallll! Also I’m pretty sure a 8 yr old made this cause of the pronunciation, that’s why I said blooding lmao
@@Anonymouse-wi9uhits satirical, does the word humour mean anything to you?
They left us blooding to death on the fleer
@@Rose_clouding 😭 LMAO
H/n: problem not my problem 😝that’s just not my problemmm
I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HELP US THEN WE HAVE FUN 😭😭😭😭
Why is this so entertaining tho lol
pov: your intrusive thought win….
When you let your intrusive thoughts win:
Oh..he’s so silly! 🎀 he obviously meant to put the dish in the sink!
My face at the beginning-🥰😍☺️😇🤪
My face at the end-😥😰😨😬🙀😮😐😯😧
me in the beginning :-D
me in the end -.-
My pt2
U stay there watching him in shock with tears rolling down
My love now we can be perfect as he drags you to the basement
There he makes fall asleep
You wake "as a new person " your body parts have changed you feel stronger
Pt3 ?
pt 3 pls what did he doo
Tag for part three pls
Tag me for pt 3
Tag me plsss
Tag me pls
oh shit that escalated real quick 💀
Roses are red
Cacti are prickly
Holy shit
That escalated quickly
That wasn't a turn. That was a 🦆ing SHOVE-
Totally caught me off gaurd😮
the song: 🙂 the story: 💀💀
that made my jaw drop.. he's bad for a reason 😭
me; thats the last youtube short for today
the last one....
WAHHHHHHHHEHDBRHDBR
BROTHER WHAT?!!!
THE PLOT TWIST I SWEAR WHAT?!!!!!
Wow not expecting that 😂
Roses are red
Cactus are prickly
Holy sh*t that escalated quickly
Ohk but the plot twist 😂😭
The plot twist , that's just no your problem so you let intrusive thoughts win
The story rlly went 🔀🌪️🔀
Can you do a imagine that yn is a assassin and her bf or husband tried to kill her plsss😢😢❤❤
Not my problem, that’s just not my problem 🫤🤷♀️
I was having a bad day and now i am having a worse day 😂😭
Me: Dies Video: Not my problem!
Nah because when i read the last line, the song said 'thats just not my problem' 😂
Biggest plot twist ever
When he needed to be fed by her but know can know so you have to get rid of the evidence😂
PLOT TWIST. Dang. I thought he loved me.
Bro let the intrusive thoughts win 😂😂😂
Roses are red
Cacti are prickly
Dam that escalated quickly
That's a wild plot twist
Excuzeee mee. Im not letting dat happen! Someone needs to make a part where we are smart and that was just a movie we are watching
We need a part 2 of this
Okay this plots twist is crazy😭
My honest actual reaction that I said out loud: wait what the fuck. *reads it again to see if I read right* 😂
Nt me reading it 20 times to make sure a read that right😢
Roses are red
Cacti are prickley
Holy shitt
That escalated quickly ☠️🌚🗿
-the plot twist is crazy-
WHEN I TELL YOU MY JAW DROPPED
The ending😭😭😭🤬🤬🤬🤬
The hand movements 😂😢😅
Not my problem that's just not my problem 😬
Intrusive thoughts be like:
PROBLEM NOT MY PROBLEM
That is not my problem that I’m dead
Example of dark humour be like
Damn ok plot twist
Not my problem not my problem that's just not my problem oh well
Tf
I tgought this was like a spicy+sweet thing like WHA-WHAY
Roses are red
Cactuses are prickly
Holy shiii that escalated quickly😭…
Uhm- that took a turn😳
Roses are red cacti are prickly holy shit that escalated quickly.
Damn… what a plot twist..
Imagine bro said i need to win this bet sorry
WHAT THE WHAT??!!
He really is a bad boy 😳
Part 2:
Y/N: You ✨
H/N: him
E/N: your “Enemy”
---------
You lay there, your face twisted into agony and blood pooled under you as H/N’s piercing gaze softened. He touched your arm, but you shoved him away with your strength.
“Don’t..touch me. Call the ambulance” You said weakly, sputtering blood. H/N quickly called the ambulance, and you could hear sirens distantly.
The paramedics took you to the hospital to recover. You didn’t want to see H/N. You cried and sniffled, why would H/N betray you?
Your angry glare went onto H/N as he came into the room with a saddened look.
“Honey, I’m so so-“ H/N said before you cut him off. “Save it!” You scoffed, your glare deepening.
As H/N approached, your face was aggravated but you were too weak to move. As H/N was about to touch you, a sudden cold hand appeared on his shoulder…
“Don’t touch her.” E/N was there?! E/N shoved H/N and H/N snarled and was about to hit him before you intervened.
“Stop this instant.” You mumbled, and E/N took you out the hospital days later into his Tesla.
You blushed. Did E/N really care..?
--------
Part 2? if so I’m gonna write sweet before spicy
The song is my reaction
What the and I can't stress this enough actual frick
The twist tho😮
HUHHH??? 😭
He did not ju-
OH HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NWAH
The wau i was like "WTF. JUST HAPPENED"
What a happily ever after🤭
That took a turn
𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓽𝓯 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼.......
Ikr
the end?💀
Pls tell me this was a nightmare! 😭😭😭 sombody make a part two pleaseeee and make it a nightmare!!!! 😢😢😢😢
oh! that took a turn😭
Um...im..im nit sure what to think now that was really something
Well that took a turn
...the plot twist tho-
i thought this was gonna be cute😭
Biggest plot twist ever!!!!