You were silently stroking your boyfriend Ivan's hair as he slept, his arm wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your cleavage.

You were about to fall asleep, your eyes closed, when Ivan's phone suddenly buzzed. You slowly opened your eyes and reached for it on the nightstand.

But you hesitated, deciding not to touch his phone. You moved slowly, looking at the ceiling, your sleepiness fading. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with the message.

Driven by anxiety and restlessness, you gently removed his arm from your waist and sat up on the bed, taking his phone.

When you opened it, you saw the name "Rianne," his friend, on the screen. You clicked on the message.

Rianne: "Are you awake... I miss you... When can we see each other again... When are you coming to my condo?"

As you read those words, your suspicions were confirmed. You slowly looked at Ivan, who was still asleep.