*******CHEATING GIRLFRIEND********
Why! Why must my life always be in turmoil? Why can't I ever have what I desire?" Carl uttered with despair, standing at the Grand Hotel's exit.
There, he confronted a devastating sight: his seven-year girlfriend, Gina, locked in a passionate embrace with Duke Simmons, the heir to the Simmons Corporation.
Walking towards them in his chauffeur's uniform, Carl sought answers. "Gina, what's happening here?" he questioned.
********30 minutes earlier**********
Meet Carl Adams, a 25-year-old Caucasian, working as a chauffeur at the Grand Hotel.
Although he was supposed to visit his sister in the hospital today on his day off, circumstances compelled him to return to work. As his supervisor needed him to fill in for an ill coworker, driven by the need for extra cash to pay for his sister's hospital bills and celebrate Gina's birthday later that day, He decided to accept the offer.
After chauffeuring one of the Grand Hotel's esteemed clients, Mr. Song, the owner of "Song Enterprises," to one of his countryside estates, Carl returned to the Grand Hotel, buoyed by a generous tip for his excellent service.
While standing at the entrance of the Grand Hotel, Carl noticed someone who bore a striking resemblance to Gina, engaged in a passionate embrace with a man near the elevator.
It couldn't possibly be her," he muttered, hoping his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Gina!" he called out, determined to approach the figure he believed to be Gina. He called her name again, but there was no response. In a hurry, he dashed into the hotel, aiming to catch them before the elevator doors sealed their intimate moment.
However, with just a couple of meters between them, the elevator doors closed, leaving Carl in despair.
Damn it, I missed her," he exclaimed, his distress evident. He hurriedly made his way to the hotel reception.
"Kate, please, tell me where the couple that just left went," he implored, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Which couple?" she inquired, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within him. "The man in the Kiton navy blue suit with the Rolex watch.
"Oh, that guy!" she exclaimed, her response seemingly devoid of empathy. "He reserved the Deluxe Suite, Room 110, on the left wing." Carl offered a strained "thank you" before hastily making his way toward the elevator.
As the elevator doors chimed open, he advanced towards Room 110 with a heart heavy with anticipation and dread. Upon reaching it, he was met with the excruciating sight of Gina, hand in hand with Duke Simmons, the heir to the Carver and Simmons group.
Babe, you promised to get me the latest CHANEL BAG," she pleaded, her pout reflecting the depth of her desires.
I've already ordered the bag; it's inside the room, along with that dress you liked from last week," Duke assured her, his words amplifying Carl's emotional anguish.
I love you, baby, Gina's words dripped with happiness as she leaned in to kiss Duke passionately. As their lips met, a heartbroken Carl could do nothing but watch in agony as Duke's hands moved from Gina's waist to her bosom, and then further down to her behind, gently squeezing and massaging them.
Gina, how could you shatter my heart like this?" Carl's voice trembled, and tears streamed from his eyes. "I went above and beyond to bring joy into your life, only to find you entangled with Duke."
Cheating? Did he just accuse me of cheating on him?" Gina's tone was dripping with scorn as she retorted.
Carl, dear, the notion of cheating implies there was ever a romantic involvement between us, and there simply wasn't.
I merely exploited your affection to settle my bills, recognizing your vulnerability and infatuation.
I had considered confessing months ago, Gina admitted, her tone calculated and unapologetic, but I chose not to, for my birthday was looming, and I required someone to shoulder all my responsibilities.
"Why, Gina? Why have you done this to me?" Carl's voice quivered with raw emotion. "I loved you with every fiber of my being."With a maniacal smile, Gina responded with cruelty, "Love! Who would ever love an orphan, penniless and devoid of anything but empty promises?"
I harbor no remorse for exploiting you, for without it, I would never have crossed paths with Duke, Gina admitted coldly. Duke treats me like royalty, tending to my every need, both financially and in every other aspect. Carl, what could you possibly provide?
She continued, her words biting with a cruel truth, Recall the year you toiled away, working double shifts daily just to settle your sister's medical expenses and purchase her medications.
Last year, I needed assistance from you to cover my hair expenses, and it took you an entire week to scrape together a sum that fell far short of what I needed," Gina recounted, her words laced with disdain.
Carl, your actions speak louder than words, and they betray the absence of love. If you truly cared, you would have given me what I asked.
Gina's tone turned dismissive as she declared, "Well, all of that is now history". As you can see, I am with Duke, and we're here to celebrate my birthday. Duke generously gifted me a Chanel bag and a stunning dress for tonight's event. I kindly request that you do yourself a favor and leave.
Turning to Duke with a pleading look, she implored, "Duke, darling, please summon the manager and ensure Carl is dismissed before he has the chance to spoil my special evening." Without hesitation, Duke reached into his denim jeans, retrieving his Q phone 14, and promptly dialed the manager.