She Cheated in My Backseat

My girlfriend Lester, whom I'd been dating for three years, always looked down on me for being just a designated driver with no ambition.

One evening, she went to a friend's party and still hadn't come home by 11 PM.

I offered to pick her up, but she refused over the phone.

Shortly after, I received a ride request. I accepted it as usual, arrived at the location, pulled open the car door, and slid into the driver's seat.

In the rearview mirror was a couple. The woman was drunk, slumped against the man. He had his head lowered, his hand slipping under her skirt.