That thought terrified me.
I decided to end it.
I wrote,
“Adam, I don’t think I’m going to send you any more pictures.”
His response came almost immediately.
Only three words.
“That’s your choice.”
I let out a breath of relief.
But one minute later, another message arrived.
It was simply a link.
I opened it.
And my entire body went cold.
There was a page on the screen.
One of my photographs.
Then another.
Then another.
The photographs I had been absolutely certain only Adam had seen.
Below them were dozens of comments from strangers.
I started scrolling rapidly.
The photo I had taken in the kitchen.
The one in front of the mirror.
The one in the red outfit.
Everything was there.
My phone almost slipped from my hands.
I immediately wrote to him.
“What have you done?”
He answered with only one sentence.
“Calm down.”
“DELETE THEM.”
For several minutes, he didn’t reply.
Then a sentence appeared on my screen that made me feel as if all the air had disappeared from the room.
“Margaret, they’re not only on that page.”
A few seconds later, he sent me three more links.
And the moment I opened the first one, I saw something I never expected to see.
The name of my own city.
And underneath it…
my real name.
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I stared at my real name on the screen until the letters blurred.
My city.
My age.
And the photos I had sent only to Adam.
With shaking hands, I wrote:
“Delete them. Now.”
He replied almost immediately.
“Margaret, calm down.”
“You promised me they were private.”
After a pause, he answered:
“I never promised anything.”
That sentence broke something inside me.
For months, he had told me I was beautiful, special, desirable.
Now I finally understood.
He had never cared about me.
He had simply learned exactly what I was afraid of losing — the feeling that someone still wanted me.
That same afternoon, I received a message from a woman named Linda.
“Please don’t block me. I think Adam did the same thing to me.”
She sent screenshots.
