We’re shacked up together, sharing life’s messy ride. She bolts to the gym three times a week, all sweaty and determined.
One day, she strolls back, dumps her gear into the wash like it’s no big deal.
I’m poking through the pile—curiosity, ya know—and boom, there’s a man’s shirt tangled in her stuff. Definitely not mine.
I confront her, eyebrow raised. She shrugs it off, “Oh, must’ve snagged it from the locker room by accident.”
Yeah, right. I dig deeper, and in the shirt pocket, there’s a receipt. Two coffees, one cheesecake, split for a cozy little duo. Timestamp? Tonight.
What the hell is this?
#suspicions #cheatingvibes #drama #busted
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