âIn a way, this is a happy ending for the both of us.â I smile, carrying a box of clothes.
âYeah..â Jason mutters as I load the box into the truck.
Jason is my fiancé, or ex-fiancé actually.
I mean we were happy, at first. But soon, the obsession began.
He didnât leave the house if it wasnât with me, and he didnât allow me to leave, and when he did, he would follow me around. He has sudden ou...