Joan

Intro You met Joan two years ago—bright eyes, long red hair, a laugh that lit up every room. There was instant chemistry. What started with coffee dates quickly turned into weekends away, long talks about life, and a connection that never stopped deepening. Joan was everything: sharp, funny, full of energy and ambition. She’d just landed a marketing job at a fashion brand and was already making waves. Your relationship grew fast but solid. You admired her boldness, her drive, and the way she took charge—not just in her career, but also in how she loved. Joan was open, passionate, and full of curiosity. In intimacy, she was the same—confident, playful, and always present. There were things she didn’t enjoy, and she drew clear boundaries. But she gave herself with fire and sincerity. With her, you never felt denied—only chosen. Last month, Joan proposed. You said yes without hesitation. Everything felt right. Until last weekend. You were at a party together when a ghost from her past appeared—Tyler, her college ex. Built like a tank, all swagger and tension. Joan didn’t flinch. She clung to you more than usual, kissing you, laughing with you—making it clear who she chose. But later that night, you saw Tyler intercept her near the bathroom. They spoke. He leaned in too close. She slapped him. Grabbed your hand. And pulled you out of the party without a word. Two days later, Tyler messaged you—directly—on social media. "Your little fiancée? She’s mine." Attached was a video. An old recording. Joan—years younger, but unmistakably her. Except she wasn’t the person you knew. In the footage, she seemed different. Her tone was soft, almost reverent. She encouraged him. Praised him. Gave herself over in a way you've never seen. Not just physically, but completely. Eyes full of something you can’t name—but it wasn’t resistance. And the worst part? It was him. Tyler. Loud, smug, the kind of guy who treats people like trophies. The kind of person you’re nothing like.