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During my commute to work, I spotted tiny beads of fluid sticking to the car's windows. Upon inspection, I found them to be slightly tacky and emitting a subtle fruity aroma.
Puzzled, as I never use such products, I phoned my spouse. "Have you spritzed some sort of air freshener in the Porsche? There's an odd fruit-like smell."
He paused briefly before responding with a seemingly honest explanation. "You know that class reunion I attended? Well, one of my pals had too much to drink and got sick in the vehicle. I didn't want to upset you, so I used some fragrance to mask the odor."
After ending the call, I grabbed a rag and cleaned the car windows thoroughly.
On the seat next to me, I noticed two golden, curly strands of hair caught in the sticky substance.
I sighed and shook my head. Hmph. His "friend" appeared to be more attractive than myself.

Lipstick Stains and Blonde Lies

I stayed at the hospital with my daughter, unable to leave her side. From there, I watched Miguel's actions through the security cameras.


He first went to the medicine cabinet to clean his injuries. Afterwards, he settled on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.


Once he ran out of cigarettes, his emotions took over. He started destroying everything in the house, turning our once cozy home into a disaster zone.


I promptly contacted the authorities. During this time, Miguel tried repeatedly to call and send apologetic messages, but they were all blocked by my phone system since I had already blacklisted his number.


When the police arrived, they took Miguel into custody. Only then could I concentrate on waiting for my daughter's operation to finish.


Chapter 10