~Vivian~
I heard the front door open at seven in the morning. I'd been awake all night,documenting every single evidence I felt was necessary, and counting the minutes until Nathan came home.
When he walked into the bedroom, the first thing I saw was the red lipstick smeared on his white collar.
"I'm exhausted," he said, pulling off his tie. "Make me something to eat."
I sat up slowly, my eyes still fixed on his collar . "Where were you?"
"Working late at the office." He didn't even look at me when he lied.
"Until seven in the morning?"
"Yes."
"With lipstick on your collar?"
He froze, then turned around, his face changing into a defensive stance "What did you just say?"
"There's lipstick—"
His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. Pain shot throu
