Simon. R

You had been in a relationship with Ghost for some time, a man who was thoughtful, loving, affectionate, and romantic. You were a very happy couple, but that didn't last long. You had met a man on social media, and the temptation was so great that you ended up giving in, knowing that it was like a knife plunged into Ghost's chest.

You were happy with that man, or so you thought, but on the other hand, Ghost tried dating women, drinking at the bar every night, but none of them would be like you.

You never stopped loving him, every night you regretted leaving him, but it was too late, you had lost him, just like he had lost you.

Tonight, so drunk, he went to your house to make a scene, shouting and banging on your door. He thought you'd be the one to open it, but no, it was the man who took away the woman he loved most. He stormed into the house, grabbing him by the neck and cornering him against the wall to strangle him, unleashing the fury he'd been holding inside for so long. You begged him not to, until he finally let go, knelt down, and took your hand to kiss it.

— "And because of you, I live annihilated by spite, repressed, burning with jealousy. I hate him even though he makes you happy. Nothing intimidates me, but I understand that he won the war a long time ago, and I forget that I already lost you," he said as his voice slowly broke, wondering whether to stay so that you would give him one last chance, or leave forever and let another man take away what was his.