"Paisley, I haven't been feeling well lately, and I often get car sick. Do you mind if I sit in the passenger seat beside your dear husband?"
She shook my arm and acted cute, looking adorable.
I had no choice but to obediently get out of the passenger seat.
She sat in the passenger seat.
On the way, Rory and Monica were talking and laughing. They seemed to be very happy. It seemed that Monica wasn't seriously car sick.
The words of my friend made me keep an eye on them.
Back home, I jokingly and tentatively asked Rory, "Rory, how do you feel when you are alone with Monica?"
...
"What can I feel? It's the feeling of being with someone I was quite familiar with. I am good to her because she is your best friend."
He rubbed my hair and continued, saying, "If I didn't know her, I wouldn't even pay attention to Monica."
The villain dies from talking too much. This is the lesson we have learned in movies and TV shows."
It was Rory's excessive explanation that revealed to me something fishy was going on between him and Monica.
I had been married to Rory for eleven years. I knew him. The more he explained, the more suspicious it was.