Well, that's a "refreshingly" unconventional dream.
The comments from this generation of netizens were truly mind-blowing.
There were a few skeptical voices here and there.
"Wait, the guy's wearing a ring. Is he married?"
"What about your fiancé?"
But those got drowned out quickly by a flood of well-wishes.
"True love is innocent! I'm rooting for you, girl!"
"Meeting across miles, this is just too romantic!"
"I have an ex I can't forget too, I should find him before my wedding!"
I couldn't be bothered with these dumb comments anymore. I drove straight into the hotel's parking lot.
For convenience, Edward and I had synced our locations in the past so we could track each other.
But after the initial novelty, we barely used it.
He probably forgot about it by now, but I never thought it'd come in handy today.
Even if that person hadn't posted the hotel photo, I could still find this cheating jerk.
Sure enough, I immediately spotted his black Benz in the parking lot. It was hard to miss.
I went straight to the reception desk with my ID and gave them Edward's ID number.
"My husband booked a room earlier, but I can't reach him. Can you check which room he's in?"
The receptionist quickly provided the room number. "1314."
Quite funny.
As luck would have it, I ran into a food delivery guy in the elevator.
"200 dollars. Help me knock on this door."
He was a good sport, agreed to the deal, and even offered to hold down the jerk for me.
Edward opened the door, completely confused, and called back into the room, "Did you order food?"
Then he noticed me standing at the door.
I walked in with my phone recording the whole scene.
There was no one in the room. The bed was covered in a pile of women's clothes, including matching pink lingerie.
Classy. The bathroom was practically all glass, with just some frosted glass for privacy.
A woman's silhouette was visible inside. "I didn't order food. Must be a mistake."
I kicked the bathroom door open, and a scream erupted.
She took a moment to react, then grabbed the showerhead to try and spray me. I had already recorded everything I needed, so I turned and walked out.
The delivery guy asked if I still needed help. I tipped him an extra 500 dollars and signaled that I could handle it from here.
By then, Edward finally found the time to come face me.
His expression was a mess. The shame, guilt, and maybe even a hint of blame?