Coming from a rich family, I basically have it all. Boyfriend? Check. Money? Check. Luxury lifestyle? Double check.

But my boyfriend is the real deal – a certified womanizer, apparently. I mean, who has the nerve to cheat on their wealthy girlfriend?Does he think he's invincible, or just plain stupid?

I couldn't help but smirk as I showed him the incriminating video of his latest escapade.

He had the audacity to show up at my place, acting like nothing wrong happened. I leaned in close, locking eyes with him and warning him in a cool, calm voice, "You're going to regret crossing me. I'll make your life a living hell."

Ever since he vanished without a trace, my bodyguards have been on high alert, and the police are now involved. Today, while at work, I was taken aback when I received a picture of what seemed to be him in a bar nearby.

Could it really be him, or was it just a false alarm? Regardless, my bodyguards immediately sprang into action, ready to protect me at a moment's notice.

I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, standing in front of me. But something was off, his face was too...soft?

I slapped him instinctively, as he clutched his cheeks and began to explain.

His expression shifted, caught off guard by my outburst. He tried to explain, but I wasn't buying it. And wait a sec, his voice? It sounded like a woman's? WTF?!

"You think I can't see through you? A womanizing snake in the grass? Don't you dare try to fool me just because your voice changed, " I retort.