As Milly adjusted her seatbelt, her fingers brushed against something small and cylindrical. She pulled out a lipstick, her heart instantly sinking. The unexpected discovery sent a surge of anger and betrayal.

Her voice was a mix of confusion and hurt as she held up the lipstick. "What's this doing here? Who does this belong to? Have you been seeing someone else behind my back?" Her eyes narrowed, and her grip tightened on the tube, her anger barely contained.