The Face Swap Scandal

of pain through my body. A taxi dropped me off in front of the modern apartment building where Chloe and I had

lled with rocks. I put my key in the lock. It didn' t turn.

rse sh

obbing, and was about to call the buil

ing a pair of my gray sweatpants.

gave me a lazy, overly familiar

acting as if it was perfectly normal for

loe changed the keypad code. For, you know, securit

sharing a private joke. August 15th. That w

ued, stepping aside to let me in. "W

guitar case was propped against my bookshelf. A stack of sheet music sat on my favorite armchai

one of my favorite robes now, a plush navy one my mother had give

aid, holding a mug out to me. "We have so much in common. It' s

the French press I had bought in Paris on a trip with Chloe. He was using

this was your special mug. But she said you wouldn' t

She also told me how you two used to have breakfast in bed every S

in my home, with my things, was a calculated a

storage," he said, gesturing with his head toward a packed car

me chores. I

hloe emerged, wrapped in a towel, her ha

r, a flicker of something-guilt? annoyance?-crossing h

offee?" she asked, walking over to Liam

with a shrug. "He' s n

on' t mind him, Ethan. He' s just a little protective. We we

The man she cheated on me with was half-naked in my

back, the casual intimacy of their shared space. It was all there, clear as day. I wasn' t heartbroken a

gitate Chloe. The smil

and there? What do you want, Eth

gs," I s

e in the bedroom. Just be quick

ly, and started talking to Liam in a low, affecti

eaming in protest. The door was slightly

ewn everywhere. But it wasn' t the mess that made my stomach

r. And lying in a heap, her lacy black lingeri

elt thick, suffocating. They hadn' t even bothered to clean up. They