There was no further communication. It seemed like she didn't care if I was tired from the business trip or if she needed to pick me up when I returned.
She only cared about what time I would go back.
I wouldn't have thought anything was unusual before, but I can't be sure now.
Once the seed of doubt was planted, it would grow wildly.
But it was not the time for impulsiveness. Since I was brought back early to see all this, it was meant to make me see through someone clearly.
I placed a hidden camera in the bedroom, aimed at the bed, connected to my phone.
I went out and found a hotel, pretending that I didn't come back tonight.
At night, I arrived at the hotel and watched the surveillance footage on my phone.
There was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, thinking that I may have been overthinking it and that my girlfriend didn't cheat on me.
But the next second, my heart sank to the bottom.
A man and a woman entered the bedroom, I don't know the man, but the woman is my girlfriend, Patricia.
"Your boyfriend is coming back tomorrow? So soon?"
"Oh, it's been so many days and I'm still not tired of it?"
"No, I'm not tired, no matter how many times. Let's do it again tonight."
"I hate it!"