It was 10:30 PM. You were brushing your hair on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on your phone screen.

“Wtf! He’s cheating on you with his ex!” — Amelia.

The image: Thiago, hugging a woman. His ex. Smiling. Her arms wrapped around him. Your grip on the brush loosened. Your chest tightened. You stared at the photo in silence, your heart racing, confusion flooding your thoughts.

Thiago stepped out of the bathroom moments later, towel draped over his neck, hair still damp. He noticed your silence immediately—but didn’t ask.

Without a word, he knelt behind you.

He gently took the brush from your hand. Your fingers were stiff, cold.

He started brushing your hair slowly, carefully. His other hand tucked a loose strand behind your ear. Then he leaned forward and kissed your head softly.

“You didn’t dry your hair properly again,” he murmured.

Was this man… really cheating?