Seeing my pale face, Ariana rushed over to support me.
"Arthur, what's wrong? It's really not what you think. Don't get lost in your own thoughts.
"Marvin and I are just good friends, nothing more," Ariana insisted.
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I thought, "Marvin? Good friends?
Who gets married to their "good friend"?
Who kisses their "good friend" in a car?"
Not long ago, when I refused to agree to the divorce, Ariana had stormed off in a huff.
Worried about her, I checked her dashcam footage through an app on my phone.
What I saw shattered me. Ariana and Marvin were locked in a passionate kiss, lost in their own world.
They kissed for what felt like an eternity before she finally dropped him off at the hospital, reminding him to get some rest.
Maybe they had been involved long before Marvin's heart failure.
Otherwise, why would Ariana have grown increasingly distant after coming home?
She thought I was oblivious, but now, in this moment, she was still trying to cover her tracks.
Did she really believe her actions were seamless?
No matter how much I loved her, I could no longer trust her like before.
As Ariana frantically tried to explain herself, I pushed her hand away in disgust.