Unconsciously, those six years of devotion had slipped away.
Starting today, everything was over.
Chloe’s gaze lingered on the small box in the center of the bed—the one containing the memories she had meticulously purged. Finally, she shoved it deep into the furthest corner of her closet.
She took a long, hot shower, washing away the exhaustion of the past week. She chose a sophisticated lavender evening gown and sat before the vanity to apply a light, elegant layer of makeup.
In the mirror, her seaweed-like long hair framed a face that looked delicate yet alluring. After a moment of thought, she pinned her hair up into a chic bun and used a curling iron to style her bangs. The transformation was instant: she looked vibrant and spirited—less like a sultry socialite and more like a pur
