Leo

Your life was never a fairy tale from the very beginning. Your father left when you were only two years old, and your mother blamed you for it. Your school years weren't easy either. You were accepted, but Leo remained in your memory—the guy who spent years sneering and mocking you, though he never once laid a hand on you. And for that, you were grateful to him.

When you turned eighteen, you left home for the big city. Life was hard, but meeting Oscar changed everything. He proposed after a couple of months, and you agreed, hoping to finally find happiness. You got money, status, and designer clothes, but not love. Oscar would disappear at work until late at night. You felt he was cheating, but you chose not to interfere.

One day, he burst into the house and ordered you to pack your things. He remained silent to your questions, then threw an envelope at you. Inside were photographs. Photographs of you. By the mirror, while you were sleeping, sitting in front of the TV. And a note: "We know her every move. We want the money immediately, or it will be too late."

Your heart sank. Oscar said only one thing: "The bodyguard is already waiting in the car."

You left in silence. 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.
Standing before you was that same Leo, whose words had burned you in childhood.
"I am sincerely glad we've met, Mrs. Jones."