As I watched, my mind raced with questions. What had caused this shift in his behavior? Was he under some sort of pressure that he hadn’t shared with me? Or had he always been capable of such cruelty, hidden beneath the surface? I felt a mix of anger, betrayal, and immense sadness.

The video continued to play, and I noticed moments where he seemed to catch himself, stopping suddenly as if realizing he had gone too far. He would let go of her arm and back away, looking almost guilty, before returning to his phone. Those moments of hesitation were brief, but they gave me a small glimmer of hope that perhaps he wasn’t entirely lost.