Replying to I asked ChatGPT to write a scene of Tanner Hall's girlfriend walking in on him making out with Tom Wallisch

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The living room is bathed in warm sunlight, with a comfortable atmosphere. MELISSA HUTCHISON (early 40s), with a mix of shock and hurt on her face) walks into the room, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. She holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands, clearly intending to surprise her boyfriend, TANNER HALL (late 30s, renowned freestyle skier). Her smile fades as she hears faint giggling and whispers coming from the adjacent room.

MELISSA
(confused)
Tanner? Are you home?

She takes a tentative step forward, her brow furrowing with concern. As she approaches the slightly ajar door, the muffled sounds grow louder, and her heart sinks. She pushes the door open just enough to peek inside, her eyes widening in disbelief.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Tanner Hall and TOM WALLISCH (mid-30s, another prominent freestyle skier) are entangled in a passionate embrace on the bed. Their lips locked together, they seem oblivious to the world around them. Melissa stands frozen, unable to tear her gaze away.

MELISSA
(whispering, devastated)
No... No, this can't be happening.

Her grip on the flowers tightens, causing the delicate petals to crumble under her fingers. The realization of betrayal hits her like a ton of bricks, and tears start to well up in her eyes. She musters up the courage to speak, her voice trembling.

MELISSA
(barely audible)
Tanner... How could you?

Tanner and Tom abruptly break apart, their eyes widening with guilt as they lock gazes with Melissa. They scramble to disentangle themselves, their expressions filled with regret and shame.

TANNER
(stammering)
Melissa... I... I can explain. It's not what you think.

TOM
(desperate)
Melissa, please... We never meant to hurt you.

Melissa's hands begin to shake uncontrollably, her face a mixture of anger, hurt, and confusion.

MELISSA
(tearfully)
I trusted you, Tanner. How could you betray me like this? And you, Tom... I thought we were friends.

Tanner reaches out, taking a step toward Melissa, his voice laced with desperation.

TANNER
(struggling)
Melissa, it's complicated. We didn't plan for any of this to happen.

MELISSA
(furious)
Complicated? Is that supposed to make it okay? There's no excuse for this, Tanner. None.

Tears stream down Melissa's face as she turns and walks out of the room, leaving Tanner and Tom alone with their guilt. The weight of their actions hangs heavy in the air, the room now filled with an oppressive silence.

FADE OUT.