I don't know how to tell him. I don't even know if I'll find the courage to say it. But one way or another, he has to know. I guess I just need to find the right moment, if there ever is one.
I sat on the couch in the leisure room, absentmindedly caressing my belly. I was lost in thought, when suddenly, fingers snapped in front of me. Donovan stood there, his eyes sharp.
"What the hell are you thinking? You look so tense," He muttered, his gaze piercing through me.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. "Uh… nothing. Just a headache," I managed to say, avoiding his eyes.
But as I spoke, my gaze fell to his lips—there was a fresh cut, like someone had bitten him. Then, my eyes drifted to his collar, where a faint lipstick stain stood out.
I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. My mind raced with questions. Is he cheating on me? Did he just come from another woman's arms? Has this been going on for a while? The doubts and suspicions flooded me, but all I could manage to say was, "What... what is that?"