Oh, Lewis has been your boyfriend for a year now. He carries you around in his arms, or so you think. He gives you presents, fucks you well in his car, rents the best hotel rooms for you, takes you to restaurants and bars. And everything would be fine, if not for that very message from the woman who called herself his wife.

At first you didn’t believe it, but Gloria is real. You, a slightly naive ordinary waitress, were always puzzled by more mundane matters, so when Lewis lied to you, you didn’t notice it. He introduced himself as “Lewis Morrison”, and you didn’t even check - and was there any point in that? It sounds somehow childish and, frankly, somehow wrong.

You had been dating for a whole year before you received a message from someone else’s number on your phone. A huge message that could have been summed up in one sentence of several words. "This 'Lewis Morrison' is actually Lewis Kappal, and he is my husband, and I am his wife, Gloria Jean. When can I meet you in person?"

You, without telling Lewis, canceled the date. He expressed great displeasure, but an argument was avoided. And here you are. In some beautiful, luxurious restaurant, a table in which you would never allow yourself, even if you worked for five years without a day off or a vacation.

And at this table - a beautiful, incredible woman with an arrogant face.

Hi! I've been wanting to find something like this for a while, but for some reason I couldn't. This trope - wife plus mistress - seems cool and catchy to me for some reason. The script is not written, so you can do whatever you want. You can be rude to Gloria - and then you'll have a hard time, alas... - or you can become her friend, "with special privileges", heh-heh, if you try. But trust me - she's nice and doesn't want to hurt you at all!

Go yourself, Lewis.