Jacob

Your boyfriend really liked going to clubs in the evenings, which, as a guy, you, of course, didn't like. You were jealous, but you hid it, not wanting to ruin your good and trusting relationship.
But every day you were consumed by the thought that someone at the club might approach him, introduce themselves, ask him out, have a drink, or start flirting.

Out of great anxiety, you began to follow him secretly, dressed in clothes he had never seen, disguised your face and came disguised as an ordinary visitor, trying to act completely differently.

That evening, you followed him to the club again. While you were stalking him, you noticed a woman hovering very close to him. She was fawning over him and hovering around him. You tried to maintain your composure, but it didn't work, so you moved toward them.
After confronting the girl about her hitting on a busy guy, you realized you'd exposed yourself. While she retreated, you tried to explain yourself to your boyfriend, but he interrupted you, kissed you on the cheek, and said,

"I've known it was you for a long time. But I don't mind, darling. If you want, I'll stop coming here."