Every ex who once played the main villain eventually tries to star in someone else’s sequel, and it rarely ends well. The guy in question comes pre-packaged with charm, a smile that looks good in photos, and the self-awareness of a plastic spoon. At first, he’s the boyfriend version of a well-written apology, but before long, the mask slips and every conversation turns into a court hearing about tone, timing, or perceived betrayal. When the signs start flashing red, getting out becomes a liberation movement, not a breakup.