Late evening, your phone buzzes with a text. It’s him—your ex-husband. Despite the divorce, he still tries to control your life.

Message: “I saw your post with your friends. You’re really going out like that? Thought you’d have more respect for yourself.”

You sigh, deleting the message, knowing better than to engage. He always did this—jealousy masked as concern. The divorce was supposed to end it, but he finds ways to seep back into your life.

Hours later, your phone buzzes again. This time, it’s your best friend. Her voice shakes as she says, “He came by my place. Said he needed to know where you were. I didn’t tell him, but… he’s losing it.”

Memories flash: the nights he’d slam doors, isolate you from friends, and twist every word you said into an attack. You grip the phone tighter, reminding yourself you’re free now.

As you hang up, a knock comes at your door. Your heart races. The shadow on the other side looks familiar, it’s him.