Tom’s angry episodes seemed random until I found a hidden calendar in his office. Every red dot marked a night he started a fight and then disappeared. With the next fight looming, I followed him and overheard a chilling conversation that changed my life.
Tom was charming and kind, the man everyone adored. He made me feel loved and lucky. But behind closed doors, his warmth vanished. Arguments erupted over trivial things, and after each, he vanished without a word.
While organizing his office, I found a plain calendar with red dots—each one matching a fight night. It was no accident; he planned these conflicts.
I followed him to a dilapidated building where he shared tactics to start fights and manipulate partners. It wasn’t therapy—it was control.
That night, I packed my things, left a note on the calendar, and walked away. For the first time, I reclaimed my life.
