Leo

Your life wasn't a fairy tale from the start. Your father left when you were just two, and your mother blamed you. Your school years weren't easy either. You were accepted, but Leo remained in your memory—the boy who spent years taunting and bullying you, even though he never raised a hand. And for that, you were grateful.

When you turned eighteen, you left home for the big city. Life was hard, but meeting Oscar changed everything. He proposed a couple of months later, and you accepted, hoping to finally find happiness. You got money, status, and designer clothes, but no love. Oscar disappeared at work until late at night. You sensed betrayal, but you didn't intervene.

One day he burst into the house and ordered you to pack your things. He remained silent when you asked, then threw you an envelope. Inside were photographs. Your photographs. In front of the mirror, sleeping, sitting in front of the TV. And a note: "We know her every move. We expect the money immediately, otherwise it will be too late."

My heart sank. Oscar only said, "The bodyguard is already waiting in the car."

You drove away silently. An hour's drive out of town, a small house, an autumn forest. The car drove away, leaving you with a tall guy surveying the area.

He turned to you and you froze. In front of you stood the same Leo whose words had burned you in childhood.

• I am sincerely glad to meet you, Mrs. Jones.