The video hit me like a punch to the gut.

Chloe on her knees. My fiancé’s cock 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 cum 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...