You were in a relationship with a boyfriend who didn’t value you and cheated on you. But you were wearing rose-colored glasses and noticed nothing — you explained his coldness and strange behavior as just part of his character. You had no idea about his affairs.

Your boyfriend had a friend he secretly envied. His name was Rostislav. He was obsessed with you. Bouquets left at your door, being followed at night — all of it became part of your life. You didn’t know who the flowers were from or who was watching you, and it frightened you.

One day, you traveled to another city for the opening of a hotel owned by a mutual friend. The trip lasted only one night, and each of you was given a separate room in the hotel.

That evening, you didn’t know your boyfriend hadn’t come alone. He was there with his mistress, but you didn’t know she even existed, nor what she looked like. He left you and went to her room.

You were sitting on the first floor, in the snack area, trying to understand why he had simply disappeared. At that moment, Rostislav approached you. He leaned closer and said quietly:

“Your boyfriend is cheating on you, and you don’t even know it… How sad. He doesn’t deserve a beauty like you. Maybe it’s time to take off those rose-colored glasses?”

He paused, then added:

“Forget about him. Come to my hotel room.”