قصص وروايات قصيرة عن Feel-Good Story وتضم Male POV وتدور في Caught Cheating

When I brought my girlfriend, Ivy Rossum, home to meet my family, my cousin, Kevin Lonsdale, snuck into her room, took off his clothes, and got into her bed. When we found him, he clutched the sheets and said in a shaking voice, “Paul, I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought I was going to my room.” It was the same excuse he had used before. Eight years ago, when I brought my first girlfriend home, he had done the exact same thing and used the same excuse. I finally called him out on it. “Everyone occasionally ends up at the wrong door, but how did you get in with the wrong keycard?” Kevin’s face went white, his tears suddenly halting. Dad defended him and scolded me. “Kevin has always been absent-minded, you know this! Look at him now. He’s had a shock. How could you humiliate him when he’s already in such a state?” I felt suffocated. I held strong and did my best not to tremble. I looked at the woman I had loved and kept secret from my family for six years and asked, “Ivy, how would you like to deal with this?”

At eleven o'clock at night, my buddy Clint Phillips called and asked me to go catch his girlfriend cheating on him. But as I walked into the hotel lobby ahead of him, a few lines of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Don't go! There's no other man in Room 1608.] [Lainey Wilson has been dead for over six hours.] [Clint Phillips called you here to take the fall for him.] Only then did it finally hit me. My buddy was out of town on a business trip. So how did he know his girlfriend was cheating on him at this particular hotel? While I stood there frozen, he sent me the room's door code, 1107. Clint: [Ray, hurry up! Catch those two lowlifes in the act!] I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and sat down on a sofa in the lobby, choosing a spot directly facing the security camera. Then I hit record on the call. "Hello? Where are you?"

On the way to the airport, a Valterra tried to cut me off. After overtaking, he kept blocking my way. Since I was running late and did not want trouble, I chose to tolerate it. However, my tolerance only made him even more aggressive. In less than a hundred meters, he cut me off five times. I could not take it anymore and decided to call the police. But as I was reading his license plate to the officer, I snapped and slammed my foot on the gas. Blood rushed to my face when I realized that this Valterra was the birthday present my wife had asked me for just last week.

I return from a business trip ahead of schedule. The moment I step into my house, a message from my best friend, Sebastian Ziegler, pops up on my phone. "Help! What do I do? The husband of the woman I'm hooking up with is at her place! I'm currently hiding naked. This is so thrilling!" Convinced he's joking, I text back. "You'd better make sure he doesn't find you. If he catches you, he's going to beat the living hell out of you!" The next moment, something brightly colored on the coffee table catches my eye. It's a flashy, diamond-studded belt. It doesn't look like anything I'd wear, but it looks exactly like the one Sebastian owns. Just then, my wife, Kiara Clark, emerges from the bedroom in a rumpled nightgown. "You must be exhausted from your trip, honey. Let's go out for a nice dinner to celebrate your return." My heart sinks. First, my best friend's belt turns up in my house. Then, my wife suddenly insists on taking me out. Am I the unlucky man who is getting cheated on? The moment the thought crosses my mind, I pull out my phone and call Sebastian.