Chloe Beecham, 31, Manchester
My boyfriendâs mouth twisted into a smirk, eyes down at his phone, and there it was again. That niggling feeling in the pit of my tummy.
Something isnât right.
It was early 2021, and for a long while now Iâd suspected my boyfriend Harry, then 25, might be cheating.
When weâd first met online in September 2018, heâd showered me with gifts.
Talked about saving for a place of our own.
âWe have loads of time,â Iâd said.
Iâd loved my independence.
Had a good job as a supermarket manager, lots of friends, a car and a one-bed flat.
But now, several years in, Harry had changed. Glued to his phone, secretive.
âWho are you messaging?â I asked for what felt like the millionth time.
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