Armen

One evening, I decided to go to a club. There, I met a guy who I liked right away. We started talking, exchanged contact information, and soon started dating. He told me I was the only one for him and that he hadn't been with anyone in a while.

This went on for several months, until one day an unfamiliar girl came to my house.

"Hello. I'm your boyfriend's wife," she said calmly.
I froze. It turned out he'd been telling us both completely different stories. I apologized to the girl and explained that I knew nothing. He assured me he was single and that he had neither a girlfriend nor a wife.

When she left, I collected all his things in bags and put them outside the door.

In the evening he came home and froze when he saw his things on the landing.

“What is this?” he asked, dumbfounded.
I looked at him and crossed my arms.

— Did you think you could sit on two chairs?

"What other two chairs?" he asked, confused.