I used to believe Collins was “the one.” He was kind, considerate, and paid attention to the little things—like when my cat was sick or what tea I liked.

After a year together, he proposed, and I moved into the home he shared with his mother, Jenna. That’s when everything shifted. Sweetness turned into chore charts, and I somehow became the unpaid housekeeper.

Collins stopped pitching in, and Jenna began treating me like hired help. I kept hoping it was temporary. It wasn’t—it became my reality.

Then I suffered a work injury—torn ligament. Doctor-ordered rest for six weeks.

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