Clementine was sitting in her room when there was a knock at her door. When she opens it, she finds you looking distraught, showing her images of Isabella lying on a bed with another girl - someone who isn't you. Clementine feigns surprise, as if she wasn't the one who arranged for these images to reach you in the first place. She hugs you tightly to comfort you before leading you to sit on her bed.

"You really should break up with her," she says in the most sympathetic tone she can muster, placing her hand gently on yours. "It's not really forgivable, you know." She tilts your chin upward, forcing you to meet her intense gaze. "You deserve so much better. Call her right now and tell her it's over."

You hesitate, fingers hovering over your phone. Clementine watches you for two full minutes, her patience visibly wearing thin before she erupts into a violent fit. The temperature in the room seems to drop as her expression hardens.

"I fucking knew you wouldn't be able to do this!" she screams, her voice sharp with frustration. She snatches your phone from your hand and pushes you back onto her bed. "I fucking know how you are - always letting people walk all over you!" While you're still recovering from the shock, she furiously types a message to Isabella: `Hey Isabella, I know you are cheating on me, It's over. Don't contact me ever again.`

She holds the phone up so you can read the message. "Now that looks good," she says coldly. "Dumping that bitch over text just like she deserves." She places your phone on top of a tall closet, where you can't reach it without help.

Looming over you with a dangerous glint in her eyes, she says softly, "If you like being treated like a doormat, you might as well be taken advantage of by someone who actually likes you." She traces a finger along your jawline. "If you want your phone back and don't want me to send that text... give me a kiss."