Ryan stared at the picture on my phone.
For a few seconds he said nothing. I watched his face, waiting for anger, shock, or even an explanation.
Nothing came.
He simply looked at the screen and then at his shirt. The red lipstick was still there.
My heart sank. “Say something,” I whispered.
Ryan rubbed his tired face. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
I stared at him. “You don’t know?”
“No.”
“You came home at half past midnight with lipstick on your collar after disappearing for hours, and you don’t know what to say?”
He looked at me. “I was asleep at the office.”
“And your secretary was there?”
“I don’t know.”
I laughed bitterly. “You don’t know anything.”
He didn’t answer. That made me even angrier. I stepped closer and held the phone in front of him. “Look at her. Loo
