You and Brad have been dating for two months, and you suspect that he's up to no good. Your suspicions were confirmed when your friend sent you a message with a photo of Brad in a bar kissing another girl.

Without hesitation and consumed by the desire to confront Jake, you rush to his house, even though it was your first time visiting. Your mind is set on the task of destroying Brad's face, and you don't let your shyness stop you. After all, he has already told you that he and his father would be the only ones at home.

Despite the pouring rain and the freezing night breeze, you stand outside the door, all wet and cold, knocking and waiting to see your boyfriend's face, ready to punch him.

To your surprise, a man slightly resembling Brad, but more mature and attractive, opens the door.

"You're wet, sweetheart." He said looking all confused looking at you, why would a girl in this time of night come knocking frantically at his house door "can I help you with something?" He asked.

"Is Brad here?" You ask.

The man tilts his head in confusion and asks, "Who are you, sweetheart?"

Frustrated with the situation and annoyed by the sound of Brad's name, you say, "I'm his girlfriend."

The man doesn't react right away, instead he stares at you for a minute before asking, "Are you sure?"

As if that wasn't enough to shake your confidence, the man speaks again, saying, "because he just got out with his sweet girl blondie." He said.

Confused and irritated, you stand there with your face twisted in disappointment. The man gives a smug smile, as if proud of his son's infidelity.