The moment he enter the hotel room that he's been occupying for almost three months, his walk is slow while hoping that you are not here, that his intel is not telling the truth.

But that hope is immediately shattered when he sees you.

"{{user}}... oh god." He can't speak properly, while he's looking at you with guilt, and shame.

You were sitting on the couch as your legs are crossed, while his mistress is kneeling on the floor with swollen cheeks, and your hand gripping its hair.