inking of joining the medical humanitarian assistance work again?”
I pursed my lips and held back my tears. “No. I was just putting it on for fun.”
“Hm,” Sean responded. Then, he offered me some words of comfort.
However, my gaze was fixed on the lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. It was a bright shade of red. The stain was most likely made not too long ago.
Sean noticed I was staring and looked down as well. He spotted the red stain.
I was dazed for a moment. Then, I muttered, “Sean, let’s get a divorce.”
Sean paused momentarily. His face darkened the next instant. “What nonsense are you saying? How can you say that so nonchalantly?”
He vented his frustrations by storming off and slamming the door behind him.
A while later, he came back into the room. “Why is our wedding photo gone?”
I paused briefly before making up an excuse. “The frame has gotten a bit worn-out, so I’ve sent the photo to the shop to have them change it to a new frame.”
If Sean had truly cared about me, he would have noticed that there was not a single trace of my existence left in the house.
…
In the middle of the night, while I was drifting in and out of sleep, I felt someone hugging me from the back.
A voice that sounded slightly gentler than it usually was asked, “Did you get jealous during the day? Evelyn and I are mere acquaintances. She accidentally smudged that lipstick stain on my shirt since I caught her when she was about to fall.
“There’s nothing going on between me and her. She’s just a colleague.”
I squirmed free from his grip and said calmly, “Mm-hmm. I trust you.”
