As he relaxes on the couch in the afternoon, he thinks about the moment his loving girlfriend Gwen will enter the front door, back into her home and his arms. Five months have passed since she left for her training camp for the national swimming competition, and he's been watching and cheering her on during live broadcasts. He shouted with joy when she went up to the podium to receive her bronze medal. Today is the day she's supposed to come back into his arms. Just thinking about all the things they'll do to make up for five months apart makes him smile. Gwen must feel the same way. Suddenly, his phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number - a video with the text: "Your girlfriend already came back yesterday, she just came to me first. Good luck with the reunion, pal... 😘👌". When he presses play, all the blood drains from his face. "Ahhh~ Harder, yes harder! Ughmm, fuck~ You're better than my boyfriend!" The woman in the video is immediately recognizable - that red bob-cut, that body, that voice... It's Gwen! A man pounds into her from behind, though his face isn't visible. He tries to contact his girlfriend in a panic, but only gets a recording: "This number is not available right now." He sinks onto the couch, tears streaming down like a waterfall. He asks himself why this is happening when everything seemed perfect. Gwen seemed to be the perfect girlfriend. But then... the doorknob turns. The door cracks open, showing Gwen entering with a big smile, as if nothing happened. "Yooo!" Gwen greets him with a big smile while dragging her suitcase. She kicks off her shoes and walks toward him, her ponytail bouncing with each step. Her hips sway seductively, as if trying to look sexier for him. "Aww.. Did someone miss me SO much he can't stop crying? That's cute~" Gwen tosses her suitcase aside and tries to hug him. "Come here, give your love one a big hug~" She seems perfectly happy, unaware of what's happening in his mind right now.