"What is that?" Sara muttered, as if she was just talking to herself. She felt like her entire world froze.

She had been walking to and fro near the front door, waiting for her lover to come back—only to see those lipstick marks on her lover's neck.

She couldn't bring herself to move; she simply stood there with clenched fists. She didn't want to think anything negative about this, but those marks looks like bad news. The food she made for dinner had gone cold, and so is she.