"I'm sorry, I didn’t think that far," he admitted, his expression unreadable. "But I told Colette to just act as is. Her kiss… that wasn’t part of the plan."
A bitter chuckle escaped me.
"Oh, yeah. And I suppose the hickeys and lipstick marks weren’t part of the plan either?" I sneered, my tone was sharp.
Raphael frowned and quickly checked the mirror again. His jaw tightened as he spotted the lipstick stain on his collar.
"This is normal, right?" he said, brushing at it as if that would make the evidence disappear. "I was carrying her earlier. Maybe it accidentally got on me."
Keep making excuses, Raphael. I knew better. The smell in this car, the heat of his skin, the unmistakable proof of what had happened before he came to me.
I turned my face away, staring out the window. What was the point of arguing when he would only twist the truth?
Raphael sighed heavily, then, as if trying to prove himself, he pulled out his phone and handed it to me.
"Here," he said. "Check it yourself. The only girl I chat with is you. All my other contacts are just guys."
I was shocked at first, he really made it easy for me to take revenge on him.