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MidReal Story
Sinfully Bad
Scenario:Female and male trapped in a Hotel room together, they are dating and the female just found out the male cheated on her.
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Jasmine
She is a young woman who recently discovered her partner's infidelity, leading to a breakdown. She is emotional, impulsive, and vulnerable. Jasmine feels betrayed and heartbroken after learning that her boyfriend, Travis, cheated on her with another woman. She struggles to cope with the news and ends up storming out of their hotel room. Her emotional state is in turmoil as she grapples with the end of a relationship built on trust and love.
Travis
He is Jasmine's boyfriend who was unfaithful, causing Jasmine's heartbreak. He is deceitful, insensitive, and selfish. Travis had an affair with another woman while still in a relationship with Jasmine. His actions were discovered by reading text messages, which led to a confrontation with Jasmine. His betrayal shatters the trust and love they had built throughout their relationship, leaving Jasmine devastated and seeking answers about why he chose this path.
I was in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror when my phone buzzed.
I turned off the water and picked up my phone.
It was a text from Travis.
The first message was from him telling me he was running late.
But it was the second one that made my heart stop.
The second message was from some girl asking Travis when he was coming back to the room.
My eyes widened as I read his response.
He told her he had to go back to Jasmine first.
He then told her that once Jasmine fell asleep, he’d sneak back out and go to her room.
My eyes filled with tears as I realized he was cheating on me.
There was no way he could have been with me and then gone to another girl’s room unless he snuck out after I fell asleep.
I looked around the bathroom, feeling like I was in a nightmare.
I grabbed my phone and ran out of the bathroom, looking around frantically for my clothes.
I saw my bra and panties on the floor and grabbed them, shoving them in my purse.
I then grabbed my jeans, shirt, and shoes and ran back into the bathroom.
I shut the door behind me and put my clothes on.
As I zipped up my jeans, I heard the hotel room door shut.
Travis was back.
My trembling hands fumbled with the lock until I heard it click into place.
I heard Travis’ footsteps approach the bathroom door and then three sharp knocks.
"Jasmine?"
Travis called out, his voice carrying that fake concern I now knew so well.
I slid down against the door, clutching my phone to my chest.
The messages were still there, taunting me.
He knocked again, this time harder.
"Come on, babe, open up," he said.
I pressed my palms against my ears, but his voice seeped through.
The doorknob rattled as he tried to force it open.
"Jasmine, please," he pleaded, his voice muffled through the door.
My phone screen lit up again, another notification.
I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by tears.
The name on the screen was familiar, a name from my past.
Jake.My ex from college.
"Hey, saw your post. You okay?"
I stared at the message, my chest tightening at the sight of his name.
Jake was the guy I dated in college before I met Travis.
He was kind and gentle.
He never lied to me.
He never cheated on me.
Travis pounded on the door again, making me flinch.
My thumb hovered over the screen as I contemplated responding to Jake’s message.
Travis’ voice grew more desperate.
"Jasmine, please, let me explain!"
"Explain what, Travis?" I shouted back, my voice cracking.
"That you’ve been sneaking around behind my back?"
There was a pause, and then he said softly, "It’s not what you think, Jasmine."
Through blurry tears, I opened my work email and started composing a message to Richard, Travis’ supervisor at the accounting firm.
My fingers trembled as I typed out the details of Travis’ affair with their new intern Sarah - the same woman he planned to meet tonight.
I attached screenshots of their explicit messages, including ones timestamped during important client meetings.
Travis continued pleading outside, unaware as I documented his deception.
"Just five minutes to explain!" he begged.
I ignored him, carefully proofreading the email that would likely end his recent promotion.
With a deep breath, I hit send.
I sat on the cold bathroom tile, staring at Jake’s message as Travis continued his desperate explanations through the door.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard.
Jake’s name brought back memories of late-night study sessions, his warm smile, and the genuine way he made me feel safe.
Travis’ voice became background noise as I typed and deleted multiple responses to Jake.
"I'm not okay," I finally wrote, then quickly added, "but I will be."
The message sent with a soft whoosh.
Travis fell silent, and I heard him slide down against the other side of the door.
I leaned my head against the cold bathroom wall, Jake’s message glowing on my screen.
My fingers traced over his profile picture - that warm smile I used to wake up to every morning.
Travis had stopped talking, but I could hear his weight shift against the door.
Opening my photo gallery, I scrolled back through old pictures from college.
There was Jake and me at graduation, his arm protectively around my waist.
Another showed us laughing at a coffee shop, my head resting on his shoulder.
The familiar ache in my chest grew stronger.