“I have no idea how it got there.” Jack didn’t even try to appear apologetic.
“What? You expect me to think you’re innocent, like you didn’t mean for me to see that stain on your shirt? I suppose if I had delayed doing the wash another day it might have disappeared? You’re not even trying to hide this!”
Marie held up the shirt and shoved it towards her husband. The extra bright red lipstick plus smudged makeup on the shoulder of his shirt proved what she thought, and all she needed to know. This was it, she’d had enough. She bagged the evidence and made an appointment with her lawyer.
Jack was resigned to the divorce proceedings. He’d felt this way a long time and was ready to be free, no matter the circumstances.