Chloe Beecham, 31, Manchester
My boyfriend’s 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 isn’t right.
It was early 2021, and for a long while now I’d suspected my boyfriend Harry, then 25, might be cheating.
When we’d first met online in September 2018, he’d showered me with gifts.
Talked about saving for a place of our own.
‘We have loads of time,’ I’d said.
I’d 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.
‘Who are you messaging?’ I asked for what felt like the millionth time.
‘A…
