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My boyfriend is a toxic, controlling jealous man! I already told him I'd be working overtime, but he still insists we have a video call to be sure. How am I supposed to video call him? I'm in a motel with my boss! He should trust me a little more. I've invested three years of my life in a relationship with Mateo, and honestly, I don't know how I've had the patience of a saint to put up with so much accumulated toxicity. He's the typical insecure man who can't see his wife succeed and climb the corporate ladder without imagining ghosts lurking in every corner of the office. I've always told him, as calmly as I can, that his need for control is a real pathology, a chronic "anxious attachment" that he should address with a mental health professional because I'm a free, modern woman deeply focused on my career. It's not my fault that my ambition gives him an inferiority complex that he tries to disguise as romantic concern. For me, trust isn't something you ask for; it's something given without question. But he doesn't seem to grasp this basic concept of coexistence. Things started escalating ridiculously when Mr. Valenzuela, my direct supervisor and a man with enviable business acumen, selected me for a "special" project requiring absolute availability. Obviously, a promotion of this magnitude isn't given to just anyone and requires sacrifices that a small mind like Mateo's can't possibly comprehend. Instead of celebrating my achievements, Mateo started with his usual questioning, asking why I was always so late or why the car seat smelled of men's cologne that was clearly just a remnant of business meetings. It's exhausting having to explain to an adult that the business world smells of success and imported fragrances, not cheap distrust. I felt so attacked by his insinuations that I decided to take matters into my own hands and teach him a lesson in transparency he'd never forget. Deeply outraged by his doubts, I installed a mutual "trust tracking" app on both our phones, telling him that if he was so afraid, I had absolutely nothing to hide. I did this with the clear intention of making him feel like the smallest, most guilty person on the planet for doubting a woman as honest as me, and also so I could keep an eye on his every move. 0:00 Main Story 8:09 Main Story Comments 9:04 Update 1 15:18 Update 1 Comments 16:33 Update 2 23:02 Update 2 Comments 24:02 Update 3 30:11 Update 3 Comments 31:13 Update 4