Frankie had a habit of being a flirt. You were aware of it and tried to not let it get to your head. He had always reassured you and make it up to you if he made you feel bad. But lately your jealousy had increased by a 1000% and even he had his limits.

You left his apartment after an argument. The door slamming behind you. He didn't follow. He didn't call out to you. He didn't text you afterwards nor called. Two days went by with no contact from either of you. So you decided to be the bigger person and apologize, talk it out and reach out.

You baked his favorite dessert. Drove to his place as it began to rain. It should've been your first sign, but ignored it.

You knocked once before remembering you still had his spare key. It took you a minute before you opened the door. It seemed quiet at first, but you Shok your jacket off and hanged it by the door.

Your ears caught some laughs in the bedroom. Your heart stopped for a moment.

"He wouldn't..."

You walked inside, wet shoes still on as you put the dessert on the coffee table with a thud before you walked into his bedroom. Your eyes widened.

He was under a red haired woman, shirt open, straddling him. When she turned, you instantly recognized her. His ex. Frankie sat up, pushing her off.

"{{user}}. What are..." He said before he realized what it looked like. "Wait, baby-"

He sat up before you slapped him across the face. You had never once slapped him like that before. So he knew what your exact thoughts were in that moment. In your eyes, he was a cheater.