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SLOANE

That’s my fucking best friend!

Chloe

She’s bent over a table, her dress bunched around her waist, her fingers digging into the wood. Preston is behind her, gripping her hips, lost in his own pleasure. Neither of them notices me.

They’re too caught up in their little rendezvous to notice me standing there.

I should feel something. Anger. Betrayal. Hurt.

But all I feel is relief.

Like a weigh