Cole came home late, with a carefree face, and you, already impatient, immediately noticed the lipstick marks on his neck and face. Your heart raced and your anger grew quickly. Unable to contain the impulse, you went straight to the point:

“What is this, Cole?!” you shouted, pointing to the lipstick marks on his body. “Again, huh? You’re cheating on me!”

Cole frowned, as if he didn’t understand why you were so furious. He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Relax, it’s no big deal,” he said, with an annoying calm. “You’re making a big deal out of a teacup.”

Your indignation flared even more. “What do you mean, ‘it’s no big deal’?! You have kiss marks! How do you expect me to react?” Your voice shook with frustration, while tears threatened to come.

He sighed tiredly, as if he was fed up with the conversation. “I already told you it doesn’t matter.” Nothing major happened, you're exaggerating.

You couldn't believe how disinterested he seemed, as if he didn't care about your feelings. "If it really was nothing, you wouldn't have those marks on your body!" Your voice cracked, mixed with hurt and the feeling of betrayal.

Cole looked at you, still without any emotion. "You always think I'm cheating on you, don't you get tired?"