Lipstick on Your Back — Novel

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In a world where love should be a sanctuary, Sophia finds herself trapped in a web of deceit spun by the man she thought she knew. As Ethan, her charming fiancé, slips further away into late nights and unspoken truths, she wrestles with a gnawing doubt. Is he truly the devoted partner he claims to be, or is their relationship a facade hiding something sinister?

One fateful evening, a lipstick stain on Ethan's back shatters her illusion, opening the floodgates to a reality more bitter than she could have imagined. The trust she placed in him morphs into a weapon he wields with calculated ease. As Sophia uncovers a hidden world of betrayal through a secret phone, her heart races with each shocking revelation. How can someone she loved so deeply betray her so easily?

With their wedding looming, Sophia stands at a crossroads. Will she confront the man who shattered her trust, or will she allow her heart to be manipulated one last time? In a tale of love turned toxic, secrets unravel, and the stakes have never been higher. Sophia must decide: is it worth fighting for a love that might never have existed?

Lipstick on Your BackChapter 1

These days, Ethan Carter (hereafter Ethan) was always leaving early and coming home late. When I asked him why, he would only chuckle and tease me.

"What’s the matter, babe? You’re not afraid your husband will run off with someone else, are you?"

I could only force a helpless smile at his frivolous reply. He then held me gently, coaxing me as if I were a child.

"We’re about to get married, aren’t we? You’re too busy with work, so I went to the photographer to pick out our wedding photos. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event—I can’t afford to be careless."

Though I had my doubts, I said nothing.

Until that day, when he came home as usual and took off his shirt.

Right in the middle of his back was a lipstick stain.

At that moment, I knew we would never get married.

For the past two months, every time Ethan came home, he would head straight to the shower, claiming it was too hot and he didn’t want me to suffer from the stench of his sweat.

But this time was different. As he stripped off his shirt, I saw the bright red lipstick mark on his back.

That mark struck me like a slap across the face, shattering every illusion I had about the man standing before me.