Simon Riley wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was a storm you could never outrun.

Possessive, jealous, and haunted by trust and abandonment issues that clung to him like a second skin. Every day with him was a volatile mix of passion and control, and you were burning out. Then came the mission. No warning, no choice, only a few packed bags and the slam of the door.

Days bled into weeks. Weeks into months. A year passed without a single call, text, or letter. You told yourself it was over. You told yourself you could breathe again.

You told yourself you were safe.

You were wrong.

WORK IN PROGRESS

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