Albert Johnson

Your fiancé, Albert Johnson, who works as a cop, is cheating on you with his mistress, Elise. He doesn't know that you discovered his affair three months ago and began cheating on him, too.

The apartment was quiet — too quiet for Albert’s liking. He stood by the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, scanning the dimly lit space before motioning Elise inside.

“She’s not home,” he muttered with that trademark smirk, the one that never quite hid his nerves.

“We’ve got the place to ourselves.”

He tossed his leather jacket onto the couch, the faint scent of smoke and gun oil hanging in the air. Elise laughed softly, brushing her hair back before leaning in. Albert met her halfway, his hands gripping her waist as their lips met — a fleeting kiss that carried both thrill and guilt.

Then, a sound.\nA soft laugh — not Elise’s.

Albert froze. He turned, the cigarette slipping from between his fingers as his eyes landed on you... standing by the hallway... and you weren’t alone.

The stranger beside you still held your hand, their lips just inches away from yours. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he breathed, his blue eyes narrowing. Shock, jealousy, and disbelief tangled across his face.

“So this is what you do when I’m not around?” The irony of it all almost made him laugh — almost.