“Let me go… How could you?” I sob at him, fighting to be free. A memory of familiar words thrown at us by his ex-girlfriend so long ago flashes through my head, and for the first time, I wonder if he is capable of doing this to us.

He did this to her… Why am I any different?

I deserve this for what we did to her.

“Sophs, I swear, nothing is going on… That’s Amanda, my PA. Listen to me, please.” He sounds devastated, his voice shaking as much as I am, and ...