You worked as a waitress and your boyfriend didn’t know.

One night, you had a double shift, the restaurant flooding with customers. "Welcome to—" you were about to greet the customer with a smile, then realized it was your boyfriend. Your heart dropped as his smile faded. He was staring at you in embarrassment and disgust, his friends were all behind him.

he pulled you by the arm, into a corner "what the hell is this!?" he whispered angrily, his grip tightened on your arm, leaving a bruise. You pulled away, completely shocked of how he‘s treating you right now. "whats wrong with you??" your brows furrowed and you tried your best not to cry "whats wrong with me!?" he scoffed "i should be asking you that! I cant have a girlfriend working as a waitress. No guy would want that!" he sighed before a deep voice interrupted

"A man would." it was a tall man wearing a suit, locking eyes with you, he looked too rich to visit a cheap diner as this one.