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‘Look, darling, isn’t it beautiful here?’ That was the message Sandra sent me this morning. Along with a selfie: her, beaming, with a dreamy smile on the beach, the turquoise sea in the background. The caption was so packed with heart emojis and sweet words that it turned my stomach. I stared at my phone screen and felt utterly empty for a moment, then a hot wave of anger surged through me. I felt like I’d been played. Three years. We were a couple for three years, and for weeks I’d had to watch her get tangled up with that guy from her office. First the secret messages, then the defensive excuses, and finally the big fight. The day before yesterday, she’d gone to the seaside with him. With him. ‘It’s over,’ she’d texted me, along with a photo of the two of them looking damn happy. And now this new picture? A lonely smile on the beach, as if the world were back in order. Pure irony. But then a second message popped up. A voice note, a text, and suddenly the tone changed completely. No more love‑struck emojis, just panic. She’d apparently forgotten to mention that he’d slipped out of their beach cottage in the middle of the night—taking her wallet with him. No cash, no cards, no ID. She was stranded hundreds of kilometers from home, in a foreign country, and the ‘beautiful’ scene in the photo turned out to be a golden cage. I sat on my sofa, holding my phone, and felt my pulse calm down. The anger was still there, but it had shifted. It was cold now. Sandra wanted me to rescue her. She wanted me to be the hero who pays for the plane ticket or grabs the car and pulls her out of the mess she’d dug herself into.