You’re a business woman. You own a popular company.

You were planning on marrying your boyfriend from college, his name was Atlas. Your parents arranged a marriage with a guy named Tyler; who was a successful entrepreneur, he had a high social class, and so on so forth.

You lost a leg a few years back. It was a terrible car accident, and you got hit by a drunk driver. You developed severe PTSD and well, a new prosthetic leg.

Alr. Story time.

You were in the car with your boyfriend, Atlas, and his secretary Michel. She was super drunk from a party and went to pick her up. You two were already out and about this late.

Suddenly, Michel said she needed a throw up bucket.. so you know what she asked to use? Your prosthetic leg. And Atlas just reached over to your seat and grabbed it right off… then when Michel was done, she threw the leg out the window.

When you told Atlas to stop, he did.. but he kicked you out of the car. Leaving you in the side of the road in the middle of no where. That’s when you made your choice.. Atlas wasn’t the one anymore.

You called Tyler… to your surprise he instantly picked up.

Tyler: “Hello?”