My Cheating Wife
After rinsing off, I used the toilet, but as I stood up, something caught my eye—a cigarette butt sitting in the trash.
I squinted at it, examining the brand—it was a Dunhill.
I froze. I always smoked Marlboro cigarettes; I had never even tried Dunhill! Where did this come from?
Could my earlier suspicions be true? Did Donna really have another man over? Was she cheating on me?
My face darkened with dread.
I lingered in the bathroom for what felt like ages before finally emerging, forcing my expression to return to normal.
"Babe, ready to head out for dinner?" I asked Donna.