THE WIFE STORMED A HOTEL ROOM WITH THE POLICE AFTER TRACKING HER HUSBAND WITH A “YOUNG GIRL.” BUT EVERYONE FROZE WHEN THE DOOR OPENED
Friday night.
Lorna was boiling with rage.
Using the Find My Device app, she tracked the location of her husband Berting’s phone.
It was inside a well-known hotel.
Lorna immediately called the police.
“Officer! Please help me! My husband is in a hotel with another woman! This is adultery! We have to catch them in the act!”
Lorna shouted, nearly hysterical.
Because of the commotion, two police officers and the hotel manager accompanied her to Room 305.
As soon as they stood outside the door, Lorna clearly heard moaning sounds from inside.
“Ugh… yeah… so good… oh my God, this is amazing…” — Berting’s voice.
“Go on… finish it all…”
Lorna completely lost it.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” she screamed.
“BERTING! I’VE CAUGHT YOU! YOU CHEATER!”
When no one opened the door, the manager used the master key.
BANG!
The door flew open.
Lorna charged inside.
“YOU SHAMELESS—”
The police followed closely behind, ready to make an arrest.
But… everyone froze.
No one spoke.
There was no woman.
No “young girl.”
No mistress.
What they saw was this:
Berting, wearing only boxer shorts, lying on the bed.
But beside him was not a woman…
It was a WHOLE ROAST PIG, fully wrapped in foil, its skin shiny and golden.
On the bedside table were:
three plates of white rice,
a one-liter bottle of Coke,
and a bowl of Mang Tomas sauce.
The “Ugh… so good” sounds earlier?
They were Berting moaning while chewing the crispy roast pork skin.
Berting stared in shock, still holding a pork leg. His mouth was greasy.
“L-Lorna?” he stammered.
“Why are there police here?!”
“WHERE IS THE WOMAN?!” Lorna yelled, checking the bathroom and even crawling under the bed.
“You texted your friend that you were with ‘chicks’!”
“Chicks?!” Berting rushed to explain.
“I meant chicken! Babe! I was going to buy roast chicken, but roast pork was on sale, so I got this instead!”
“THEN WHY DID YOU RENT A HOTEL ROOM?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A ROAST PIG?!” Lorna demanded.
Berting collapsed onto the bed, hugging the roast pig.
“Lorna! I’ve been starving at home for a whole month!
Keto diet! Intermittent fasting!
Oatmeal for breakfast!
Boiled okra for lunch!
Salad for dinner!”
He cried, still clutching the pig.
“I’m human too, Lorna!
I want PORK!
I want FAT!
I want RICE!
I rented a hotel because I know you’d smell my breath when I got home!
I just wanted to eat in peace without hearing,
‘Berting, your cholesterol is going up!’”
Lorna fell silent.
The police officers swallowed hard. The smell of roast pork filled the room.
“Ma’am…” one officer whispered.
“It seems your husband is innocent.
If he’s guilty of anything, it’s gluttony — not adultery.”
Lorna looked at her husband.
He really had gotten thin from dieting.
She felt a pang of sympathy.
“Oh my God, Berting…” she sighed.
“I thought it was something serious.”
She walked closer to the bed.
“Alright then. Go on — keep eating.”
“REALLY?!” Berting lit up.
“Yes. But—”
Lorna tore off a piece of crispy pork skin from the belly.
CRACK!
She popped it into her mouth.
“Let me have some too!
You stressed me out — I’m hungry as well!”
In the end, everyone ate together in the hotel room.
Even the police officers and the manager were offered pork ribs.
It was the tastiest “date” Berting and Lorna ever had —
greasy, oily, and unforgettable.
And from that day on,
Berting was officially allowed to have cheat days…
but only when it comes to food.