CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

"My question for you is why a used condom is in our trashcan? Don't even try to lie your way out of it. This is concrete evidence of the fact that you brought in a man while I was away. Tell me how many times was it?" Enrique roared in anger.

"Why are you raising your voice at me? How is it my concern if you forgot to trash the condom?" Grace frowned.

"Of course I will raise my voice! You have no idea how disgusted I feel. Someone else has had you in our matrimonial home, how do you expect me to react to that?"

"Wait a minute, let me get you. You are accusing me of having sex with someone else? I haven't even been around for a while," Grace frowned.

"It's an old one, which shows that you and your partner made use of it while I was away at the office! We didn't use any protection the last time we had sex here, so it obviously isn't mine."

"I don't have any partner, what nonsense are you accusing me of? Is this how lowly you think of me. That I would let someone else asides you to touch