e paradise after Jake, but love,
ter my long-term boyfriend Jake unceremoniously
upon David' s secret studio-not a creative haven, but a chilling sh
d testament to a seven-year obsession, detailing how he used my
is sick game, a means to an end for the w
a cold, calculated masterpiece of manipulation tha
, and the only way out was to call my parents and a
rough the studio, followed by the shattering sound of grocerie
ned lover, until I revealed my drastic plan: "
c as Emily Carter herself appeared, walking calml
g from a ruptured appendix, I called h
dache" over my very real, life-threatening pa
choed as my phone died, the realization slicing thro
-face in the hos
of my near-death while he' d coddled hi
to her, and he walked away, promising to retu
forging a new identity, finding unexpect
past was
foun