“Leave him… or he’ll lose everything because of you.”

The words from the anonymous message echoed in Vania’s mind all night. She hadn’t slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of Arga’s face, his mother’s fury, and the cruel messages flooding her phone.

By morning, her body felt heavy—as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders.

A knock echoed through her apartment.

“Vania, it’s me.”

Arga’s voice.

Her heart skipped. She almost didn’t want to open the door. But she did—slowly. Arga stood there, wearing the same suit from last night, eyes tired but full of worry.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You...