After I got married, my ex-lover was still watching me every night. It was a feeling I couldn’t shake, a presence that lingered even in the happiest moments of my new life. My husband and I decided to celebrate New Year’s Eve at a luxurious hotel, hoping for a romantic getaway to start the new year right.

The evening started perfectly: champagne, laughter, and a breathtaking view of the city skyline. But as the night wore on, I couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. My heart raced as I glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of my unease.

When we returned to our room after the midnight celebrations, I noticed a shadow moving outside our window. Peering through the curtains, I saw him—my ex-lover—standing there, eyes fixed on me with a mixture of longing and obsession. Panic surged through me. My husband, sensing my distress, asked what was wrong. I had to make a choice: to confront the past or protect the fragile happiness we had built.