Just days before my coastal bachelorette getaway, my passport vanished. I turned the house upside down looking for it, while my fiancé Derek offered help with suspicious calm. He’d always been a bit overprotective — the kind of man who called jealousy “love” and control “care.” But this felt different. When my best friend Tasha and her boyfriend Mark visited, everything unraveled. Mark pulled me aside and confessed: Derek had hidden my passport out of fear I’d cheat during the trip.
I was stunned. I’d spent so long trying to prove I was trustworthy, thinking Derek’s neediness meant devotion. That night, I pretended to give up on the trip. The next day, I staged a fake goodbye party with my girlfriends, who baited Derek by suggesting they’d now turn to wild clubbing and “chocolate body paint.” Predictably, Derek exploded. That’s when I pulled the passport from my pocket and calmly told him the wedding was off. His control had cost him everything.
