I know what you guys are thinking: "SHES ALREADY WRITING THREE STORIES, WHY A FOURTH?!" but I kinda liked this one and had to put it out there. So I had a new idea and drew inspiration from a movie. Tell me how it goes.

"Excuse me, for a second. Business call," Sam scoots out of his seat and walks out of the restaurant, placing his phone up to his right ear.

I glance down at my half-eaten plate as the common feeling of rejection washes over me. My fingers clench the napkin in my lap and I start to feel a burning sensation in my eyes.

This has happened to me many times before; him taking calls on outings, texting in mid-conversation. I've also noticed him getting out of bed at 1 am every night. I brush it off, of course; I don't want to accuse him of anything he didn't actually do. He hasn't touched me in months and it honestly doesn't don't know why. We went from sex three times a day to once a day and then once a week and then not at all. He would always be "busy" or not in the mood.

"Sorry, babe," the blonde returns to his seat taking me out of my thoughts.

I clear my throat picking up my fork to eat a bite of the food in front of me. "So," I start. "Business call? Was it the hospital?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, they wanted me to um, come in tonight. Later, I mean," he replies eating his own food.

I don't let the stutter go by before questioning him. "You've said that every day this week, they can't call you in that much I'm sure."

"Well, they are, ok, San?"

I flicker back and forth between both of his eyes and blindly accept his alibi.

I wake up the next morning to a cold, empty spot where Sam is supposed to be. Chills ran down my back from the vast barrenness and I sigh in response to it. It's hard to get my body up and out of the bed, but I eventually push myself up. My mouth feels dry, so I go to our restroom to do some brushing.

I shut the door immediately upon my arrival and lock it for some kind of security. My hand instinctively reaches for my toothbrush but stops short. On the counter laid a glossy, black phone just out in the open basically granting permission for anyone to take. I grab the phone instantly, pushing the power button and see Sam's lips as the lock screen wallpaper.

"Well, shit, what's his password?" I mumble as I shake Sam's phone.

I think of just about every viable option until I think of one that I know for sure works.

I type in "troutymouth" and the screen unlocks.

"Is that really the best he can do?" I go talking to myself again. I get to his home screen and immediately see a naked woman who most definitely did not have my body or enough clothes on.

I look past it and head straight to his messages.

I scroll a few times passing business messages and special offers from our favourite restaurant Breadstix until I stop at a message from "Lola".

I inhale sharply to brace myself for what may come out of the messages and tap it. I scroll all the way to the top to see the beginning of the conversation.

Hey just making sure you got my number-Trouty

Of course baby ;) had an amazing time tonight-Lola

Me too. Wanna meet again?-Trouty

How about at your house this time?-Lola

Wifey won't approve-Trouty

Forget about her; think about us baby-Lola

Let's do it at the hotel this one last time-Trouty

Okay fine. But be aware I'm not going to let WIFEY get in the way again.-Lola

Ok will meet you-Trouty

See you there ;) I have a little something for you-Lola

Oh? Like, what?-Trouty

You'll see ;)-Lola

Well, if this isn't such blunt evidence that he's cheating on me then I don't know what is.

I slam the phone down onto the counter and run my fingers through my hair trying to contemplate what exactly is happening in my life right now.

"San? Santana? I left my phone, have you seen it?" I hear the front door open. Sam's voice echoes throughout the house and I answer reluctantly.

"Yeah, it's right here."

I didn't have work today. Which rarely ever happens now that I think about it. Being a lawyer is practically a 24/7 job that keeps you up on your toes throughout your whole career.

I found myself driving around sweet, old California with no particular destination in mind; just driving aimlessly. Somehow I found myself in front of a mall/shopping complex I had never seen before and parked my car in the parking lot to take a good look around. All the store names and entertainment places were name brand and I was already aware of them. I caught a glimpse of a bright sign that read "Paradise" and glances over the outside of the building. There were no windows and people came in and out. Probably wasn't much of a family place based on some of the outfits people were wearing. I saw the word "bar" and automatically decided to just go in.

The place was more or less crowded and the lights were extremely dim. Girls walked around half-naked and drunk in the middle of the afternoon while the guys just ogled at them. Bright lights flashed as some Dubstep played in the background and I notice a dance floor in the center of the room.

I push about twenty people before finally reaching the bar and sit down on the first empty stool I find.

"You must be new here," I hear a voice to my right. My eyes move in that direction and I'm met with a blonde with red lipstick sitting on the stool next to me. She wore a tight fitting dress that was short enough to classify as a shirt. It hugged all of her curves as her blonde hair laid freely on her shoulders.

"Um," I clear my throat. "Yeah, I am. Is it that obvious?"

The blonde chuckles while taking a sip of her drink. "I mean, the disgusted look you have on your face right now says it all."

I blush knowing that I am not the best at hiding my feelings and facial expressions.

"Oh, come on. This music is awful, it's too crowded, there are a bunch of drunks, and the people here have close to nothing on right now."

"That's just how we do it, here in Paradise," The blonde winks. The corner of my mouth lifts and we share a brief moment of silence before I try to be friendly.

"I'm sorry, I'm Santana," I place my hand out n front of me.

"Brittany," the blonde smiles as she shakes my hand. "So what job do you do? You look like a professional woman."

"I work in a law firm. I'm a lawyer." Brittany nods her head in understanding. "What about you?"

"I do just about everything and anything. Anything to pay the bills. But currently I'm unemployed," Brittany shrugs taking yet another sip. My brain suddenly clicks so fast that my mouth begins to start running before me even thinking about it.

"Well, I have a job for you," I blurt out.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I will pay you to date my husband so I can see if he is cheating on me."

The blonde scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "I don't…I don't understand."

"I think my husband is cheating on me. I need you to go and…um, not exactly seduce him, but make him want to do something that may classify him as cheater, you know? And you'll be the evidence," I place bluntly.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Okay, pay close attention," I lean in to her not to be too loud even though no one here cares.

Brittany mirrors me so that we're about half a foot apart now. "I'm listening."