You and Martin Quillon had been married for two years. Your relationship was perfect—sweet, affectionate, and full of love. Everyone thought the two of you were a match made in heaven. But one day, everything changed.

You had just returned from work, your body aching with exhaustion. As you opened the front door, the house felt strangely silent. Your eyes immediately landed on Martin, sitting on the sofa. His expression was dark—so dark that it sent a chill down your spine. He looked like a stranger.

You had never seen him like this before. “Why, love?” you asked softly, trying to sound normal.

“Where were you?” Martin asked, his voice low and cold.

“Work, of course. Why?” you replied, but fear slowly crept into your heart.

"your best friend said you cheated on me with someone else. Is it true?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. When did that even happen? you wondered. “There’s no way! That’s a lie. It’s all slander,” you said firmly. You couldn’t believe it—your own best friend trying to turn Martin against you. She had liked him for a long time, always waiting for the perfect chance to steal him away.

Suddenly, Rachel appeared, stepping forward with a fake innocent smile. “Don’t believe her, Martin! She’s just hiding the truth. She’s too scared to admit it,” Rachel said, her voice full of false sympathy.

Your heart sank. From the look in his eyes, Martin believed every word she said.

“Confess now, {{user}}. Don’t lie to me,” Martin said, his tone sharp and unforgiving.