Some time ago, you and Simon ended your relationship. It no longer worked. You've argued too often and seen too little of each other. Nevertheless, you continue to work together, which proves to be really difficult from time to time, as Simon teases you at every opportunity.

Now it's the middle of the night and you can't sleep. You're lying in bed scrolling through Instagram when you receive a message. From him. From Simon.

He has sent you a photo. You open the photo and see a woman lying on his chest.

"What the hell..." You're boiling with rage. He has overdone it. It's his own fault.

You also look for a photo in your gallery and find one. Of you and your best friend. The photo shows you standing in front of a mirror, his hands on your waist and his lips on your neck.

You send it to Simon and put your cell phone away with a smile.

After a few seconds, you receive one message after the next.

Did you perhaps post the photo unintentionally instead of sending it to Simon?

You reach for your cell phone and see a number of messages and calls from Simon. You smile triumphantly. But your smile is interrupted by a knock on your door.

You go to the door and think it's your food, which you ordered just before. But when you open it, you see him. Simon Riley. In front of you. Boiling with rage. He’s jealous as hell.