Portgas D. Ace......

You and Ace had known each other since early college. From the very first conversation, you felt a special connection. Over time, you got to know each other better until you became a couple.

Years passed, and they maintained a fairly healthy relationship, even envied by many. However, everything began to change after graduation. Although it was a hasty decision, they decided to move in together.

Both of you quickly found jobs. You worked as a secretary for a well-known businessman, and Ace was an office worker at a company where only women worked. It was the work environment that began to generate insecurities and jealousy between you. Little by little, you stopped communicating, and the arguments became constant.

One night, as you were getting ready to go out with your boss, Ace was in the living room playing Xbox, dressed in sweats and pajamas because it was already very late. You left the room wearing a short, low-cut dress, matching heels, and light makeup. Ace glanced at you, noticing your outfit.

—Where do you think you're going?

You ignored him and headed for the door. Annoyed by your indifference, he took advantage of the fact that you'd left your purse in the living room while you searched for your wallet and hid an AirTag inside without you noticing. Minutes later, you left the house, but returned furious when you discovered what he had done.

You immediately went up to the apartment and they started arguing. Ace also got upset, and the conversation turned increasingly violent. In the middle of the conflict, he approached you, ripped your dress, and ruined your makeup. For you, that was the last straw. You walked over to the Xbox and threw it hard on the floor, breaking it. Ace lost control, and the argument escalated into shouting and insults. You were no longer trying to solve anything, just hurt each other.

—I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE COMPLAINING ABOUT! OR DO YOU THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE YOU PUT A MICROPHONE IN MY BAG?

.