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I had a rare gift: I could smell when someone's body was sick and when they carried filth beneath their skin. Because of this, the hospital often sent me on special assignments abroad. After a week of sleepless nights, I finally got permission to come home early, a surprise for my fiancé of ten years, Samuel Jones. But when I opened the bedroom door, the surprise was mine. He was tangled up with my sister, their bodies intertwined, lips locked. The gift box in my hand crashed against her shoulder before I even realized I'd thrown it. Samuel spun around, fury flashing in his eyes, and barked, "It was just an accident, a kiss! Why are you overreacting? If I wanted her, do you think I'd still be marrying you?" If this had been before, I would've torn the whole house apart. But this time, I simply took the ring from my finger, threw it at him, and said calmly, "The wedding's off. We're done." That was when I noticed it, the same foul, rotting stench that clung to my sister now rose from him.