"I do."
Her voice did not break
"I saw it when you left your shirt on— I don't remember what you left it on, but there it was. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't what it seemed."
I ran my hand over my face.
"I never had anything with Vanessa."
I said it with absolute certainty, because it was true.
"But what she did— and what you allowed... it made me feel that there was something."
I tried to reconstruct the scenario, Vanessa used to greet with a kiss.
She was close, too close. And I never said anything.
I never distanced myself, I never thought it was necessary. Because in my head there was no betrayal.
But that doesn't mean there wasn't carelessness.
"Why didn't you tell me about the lipstick?" I finally asked.
"I hinted at it."
I responded with logic, with arguments
