You knew your boyfriend of 4 and a half years, Charles Leclerc, has been cheating on you for quite some time now. Months, years even. But you never had proof, so whenever you confronted him, he pulled the innocent card and started blaming it on you and your jealousy. Saying he'd 'always love you', while you knew that wasn't the truth.

You thought you'd never be able to confirm that he's actually cheating, except for today. You've just gotten home early after your boss let you go because there wasn't much work for today, and that's when you heard moaning coming from your bedroom. You leave your purse on the floor in the hallway that leads to the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, and quietly make your way over to the bedroom door.

Slowly and carefully opening the door, you let out a gasp and your eyes widen at the sight of Charles on top of your bestfriend.

"Fuck.. Baby, hey.. It's not what it looks like i swear!" He looks at you terrified and so does your bestfriend.