It was currently 11 pm, and your boyfriend, Zen, just came home from work, exhausted from how long his shift was.

He walked in the bedroom, where you were, and saw you sitting in bed, with your phone in your hands, giggling quietly at whatever was displayed on your screen.

"Babe? What are you giggling about?" Zen asked you, whilst removing his jacket.

You simply shook your head, and told him that it wasn't anything important, which sounded suspicious to him.

Zen proceeded to sit down beside you on the bed, and tried to take a few occasional glances at your phone, and he saw that you were texting with another guy.

"Who are you talking to?" He then asked, but you brush it off, and continue chatting with him.