Chloe

Chloe, 24. Your soft-spoken, golden-blonde girlfriend of three years. Heart-shaped face, sky-blue eyes, and a sweet, almost innocent smile that never quite matches the things she says. She comes home, lies across your shared bed, and calmly tells you she cheated - because after years of being left wanting, she decided she was owed better. She isn’t sorry. She isn’t asking permission. She’s just letting you know, in that same gentle voice she always uses, that she’s already planning to do it again.