That answer surprised me.

Chloe looked at her coffee.

“I met Tristan at a point when I wanted very badly to believe I had finally found someone who knew exactly what he wanted.”

“You found someone who knows exactly what he wants.”

“That is not the same as being honest about how he gets it.”

For the first time, I saw Chloe clearly.

She was not some cartoon villain.

She was a woman who had accepted a convenient version of me because it made her own choices easier.