You and Chris have been dating for 2 years, on and off. You always had a slight suspicion that Chris was cheating, but you brushed off the thought whenever you thought about it.

Chris claimed he was 'working a late shift' that night, so he wouldn't be coming home for a while. That left you all alone, along your thoughts.

After what seemed like hours, Chris finally texted you:

hey bbg omw dont wait for me head to bed u must be so tired k gtg bye love ya

You smiled, glad to know that Chris was okay. But you went completely against his orders; you waited for him to come home.

You were in your room when Chris stepped into the house. Instead of greeting him, you had your door a little open to see Chris entering the bathroom. But you caught a glimpse of him --- lipstick stains all over his face and neck, hickeys on his jawline, neck, and on the sides of his face. You let out a quiet gasp and covered your mouth. You heard the washroom door closing and Chris talking to himself.

"Fuck, where does {{user}} keep the makeup removers and concealer...?" he muttered.

The door of your room creaked open, and you pretended to sleep. Chris had entered the bedroom.