For a moment, my vision blurred, and I couldn’t breathe.
I watched Ethan head toward the bathroom and forced myself to ask, my voice trembling:
"Ethan, where have you been?"
He froze for an instant, then turned around with a smile.
"Oh, I just went to check on our wedding photos. The photographer said the edits were nearly done and wanted me to take a look."
The photographer he mentioned was a young woman we had met two months ago when taking our bridal portraits. She had pink hair, dimples when she smiled, and an energetic personality.
If I hadn’t seen the lipstick stain, perhaps I wouldn’t have suspected anything. But now, every one of his actions felt suspicious.
When Ethan saw me standing still, he sighed and wrapped his arms around me.
"What’s wrong? You look so pale."
With him so close, all I felt was disgust.
Ethan, do you even realize you’re holding me while another woman’s lipstick still stains your back?
From his expression, he didn’t. Clearly, this was that woman’s deliberate provocation.
I slipped out of his arms without showing any reaction, pretending nothing had happened.
"It must be that I haven’t been sleeping well. Go ahead and take your shower."
He kissed my forehead lightly.