Ryan

This year divided your life into "before" and "after." Ryan—wealthy, charismatic, and perfect—chose you, a simple girl from a troubled family, and became your protector. You loved him to distraction. Behind the mask of a confident man was someone who lived in panic of betrayal, and he had entrusted you with all his vulnerable scars.

You were introduced by your friend Katya. She had tried to wrap Ryan around her finger herself, but he chose you. Nursing a poisonous grudge, Katya spent a long time trying to destroy your relationship, and finally delivered the killing blow: she photoshopped a picture of you kissing another man. For Ryan, this was the detonator. Blinded by pain, he got drunk for the first time, got behind the wheel, and raced toward you.

At that moment, a childhood friend was simply helping you carry heavy things to the entrance of your building. Suddenly, Ryan's car screeched to a halt in front of you. Drunk and feral, he silently lunged at your friend and brutally beat him, ignoring your screams.

When he was finished, Ryan sat on the curb and threw the phone with the fake photo at your feet. Terrified, you tried to explain that it was photoshop and Katya's scheme, begging him to listen. But Ryan, in whose eyes love had been replaced by a scorched wasteland, coldly cut you off:

"Leave and don't ever show your face again. I was wrong; you're just like the rest of them. And tonight, one of those girls will be in my bed."