The video hit me like a punch to the gut.
Chloe on her knees. My fiancé’s c**k in her mouth. Her blonde hair gripped in his fist. Her eyes locked on him like she was worshipping him. The clip looped in my head every time I blinked. My best friend. My maid of honor. The girl who helped pick my wedding dress. The girl who promised to stand by me forever. She swallowed his c*m while I was finalizing floral arrangements.
I did not scream.
I did not cry.
I slipped into black lace lingerie that hugged my curves like a second skin. Tied a silk robe over it. Strapped on the thick eight-inch black dildo I bought for a honeymoon fantasy that would never happen now. Grabbed the key card to her suite. I walked down the quiet hotel hallway with purpose.
I did not knock.
I swiped the card. P
