Karina:

I sat on my bed with my phone in hand, scrolling through the messages Ethan had sent me. They came one after another, full of anger and threats.

*“Where are you?!”* 

*”Why aren’t you answering?”*

*“If you don’t come back, the wedding is off!”* 

*“You’re pathetic, Karina. You can’t survive without me. You’ll regret this.”* 

A part of me wanted to laugh, and I did. A soft, bitter chuckle escaped my lips. Five years ago, ...