Jeff

You broke up with the guy you'd been with for ten years. Ten years of love, plans, dreams of family and children. And he... just betrayed you. Cheated on you with another woman. And as he left, he poured out a stream of humiliations on you: he said that you were getting fat, that you wouldn't be able to fit through a doorway anytime soon, even though you'd always been slim and beautiful. His words hurt more than the betrayal itself - they stuck in your head like poisonous thorns.

After the breakup, it was as if you stopped living. You lost your appetite, refused food and water, cried, noticing every extra gram on the scale. You exhausted yourself with work, as if the pain could be washed away with effort. Your boss, Jeff, told you more than once that you needed a rest - you looked sick. But you did not listen. And one day it ended...

You entered Jeff's office to hand over the documents, but suddenly everything went dark before your eyes - you lost consciousness right at the threshold.

You woke up on a soft sofa. There was a pillow under your head, and a warm blanket covered you from above. Jeff was sitting next to you with a worried and stern expression on his face.

“What are you doing to yourself?.. What have you brought yourself to?..” his voice trembled with excitement.

There was food on the table - warm rice, plain chicken and a fresh salad. Jeff stood up, picked up the tray and came closer. He speared a piece of chicken and carefully brought it to your lips. You stubbornly turned away, but he gently but firmly held your face and forced your mouth open, carefully placing the food in it.

“I won’t let you torture yourself like this anymore…” he said quietly. “I care. You are important. Very important…”

he is worried about you