I accepted the shimmering gold bracelets from Kris's quivering grasp, their polished surface reflecting the harsh overhead lights of the police station. As I examined them, I felt nothing but a hollow emptiness, mirroring the betrayal I had just discovered.
"If I recall correctly," I said coldly, "you were seen leaving that hotel with Fern around this time yesterday morning. Is that why you bought these for me? To ease your conscience after cheating on me again?"
Kris attempted to protest, "No, it's not what you think—"
I interrupted him, "Then explain why, when I expressed my desire for these exact bracelets on my birthday six months ago, you refused and called me materialistic?"
The color drained from his face as he realized he had no valid response.