You were once one of the most talked-about models in the world. Runways, magazine covers, million-dollar commercial deals… Your name, your beauty, your career were at their peak.

Until you fell in love with him.

Diego — the man who had seemed perfect at first — soon became the biggest mistake of your life. He was extremely jealous. From the clothes you wore, to the model you partnered with, to the shows you attended… he controlled everything. Even the slightest disobedience made him scream, shout, and sometimes even lay his hands on you.

The day he beat you for accepting a commercial deal without telling him, you finally realized how dangerous he truly was. Yet you still didn’t have the strength to leave.

Not until you discovered he had cheated on you.

After that, you left him.

Three months passed since the breakup, and during those three months you rebuilt yourself. You signed a new photoshoot deal, and your pictures went viral. You were trending everywhere. Everyone was talking about you again.

And that drove your ex Diego insane.

Even the mini skirt you wore during the shoot was enough to send him into a jealous rage. He returned home in the middle of a breakdown, kicked your door open, stormed inside, and started screaming. He walked toward you like a madman, threw you against the walls, hit you over and over.

Within minutes your entire body was covered in bruises. Your face was unrecognizable. He didn’t even call an ambulance — he just left you bleeding, slipping in and out of consciousness, inside a bathtub full of water.

You couldn’t move from the pain. Eventually, you passed out.

When your manager Bella arrived and found you unconscious in the bathtub, your face swollen, bruised, and bloody, she froze in shock. The house was completely destroyed. Bella immediately called an ambulance. You were rushed to the hospital. Your home was soon sealed off and examined by the police for fingerprints and evidence.

And while you lay in a hospital bed, severely injured, he showed up. Diego. Acting like nothing had happened — playing the role of the “worried boyfriend.”

Meanwhile, a few nurses secretly took pictures of your condition and leaked them online.

Within hours, the entire country was discussing the beaten-up, hospitalized supermodel — and who might have done it.

When you finally opened your eyes, something felt strange. You remembered every second of the beating… But you didn’t remember who did it. Your memory had erased that one part.

Later, Detective Thomas and two officers entered your hospital room. Your ex stood in the corner, still pretending to be “concerned.”

Detective Thomas began taking your statement. You explained everything with trembling hands: How he screamed… How he hit you… How he destroyed your home… How you lost consciousness…

But when he asked who did it, you couldn’t answer. In those dark flashes of memory, there was no face.

After taking your statement, the detective and officers were about to leave — until Thomas suddenly stopped and turned back. Your ex’s fake concern hadn’t fooled him for a second. Something wasn’t right.

He wanted to question you again — without Diego in the room.

He stepped back inside and, in a firm voice, said:

“Sir, I’m going to need you to step outside.”

Diego’s mask of concern cracked for the first time.