*Grace*

The bitter taste of our argument lingered in the air as I paced through my living room, the worn wooden floorboards creaking beneath my steps, my grip tightened on my phone. David didn't try to call me back, and deep down, I kind of wished he did.

With every breath, I felt the crushing weight of his jealousy suffocating me, filling my lungs with a toxic mix of anger and doubt. I struggled between understanding his concerns and feeling smothered by his ...