Vania’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. That night, the small screen in her hand felt like a black hole, sucking all her strength away.

Comment after comment kept popping up:

> “Pathetic insecure woman, not on Arga’s level!”

“If Liora’s shadow already makes her insecure, how can she ever be a true partner?”

“She’s probably just riding his fame.”

Vania scrolled with trembling fingers. Each word stabbed deeper, tearing at her heart without mercy.

Then her eyes caught a private message:

> “Get out of Arga’s life, or you’ll regret it.”

Her stomach dropped. Breath caught in her throat, as though the spacious apartment had suddenly shrunk into a suffocating box....