The video ended abruptly, leaving her staring at the empty screen, her chest tightening with unbearable pain.
Before she could process the hurt, another notification lit up her phone. It was a text message from an unknown number.
With trembling hands, she opened it.
The words hit her like a thunderclap:
"Sebastian only likes me now. He hates you so much. If you ask me, you should give up your position as soon as possible."
Abigail's hand clenched around the phone so tightly that she didn’t notice the pain until it became unbearable. Slowly, she loosened her grip and placed the phone down, her fingers trembling.
She raised her eyes to the dark night sky outside, her gaze hollow and unfocused. A single question echoed in her mind: Is Sebastian still the man I knew?
How could someone change so much in just a single week?
Her thoughts spiraled back to the video, replaying it in her mind over and over again, as though dissecting it might somehow restore the man she loved. She clung to memories of the past, the weight of nostalgia, the only thing anchoring her as she stumbled through this thorny path.