Jake and I had been together for three years, but when my modeling career started to take off, things began to unravel. At first, he was supportive, even proud of my success. But as the jobs got bigger and more public, his jealousy began to show. He hated the idea of other people admiring me, especially men, and the compliments I got from photographers or fans made him furious.

One night, after a major gig, he confronted me, telling me that if I really loved him, I’d quit modeling. That was the breaking point. I couldn’t let his insecurities hold me back. I loved him, but I loved myself and my career more. So, I made the hardest decision of my life—I ended our relationship. It hurt, but it also felt like I was finally taking control of my future.