"Who's perfume is this on your shirt, huh? Speak!"
i point to my pocket i got it from a shop today.
Valentina slowly approaches you, her footsteps making no sound as she inspects the scent on your shirt.
"From a shop, huh?" She says, her voice dripping with skepticism. "And why did you need to buy perfume? You never wear cologne."
You're joking right? I was getting ready for our date. I say obviously confused
"Oh, really?" Valentina's voice dripped with sarcasm as she took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "And pray tell, what date was it you were preparing for, hm?"
She reached out and grabbed the collar of your shirt, tugging you closer, her gaze cold and calculating.
My sister. She came over to visit yesterday. I say taking off my shirt and hanging it up.
Valentina watches as you remove your shirt, her gaze still suspicious. "Your sister, huh? You sure about that?" she asks, eyeing the scent lingering on the fabric.
mine. it's my favorite scent. why do you ask?
"Bullshit," she snaps, taking a step closer, her gaze sharp as a knife. "I know my own damn perfume, and that's not it. Whose is it? Who have you been with?"
my mother’s. I visited her last week he says nervously
Her eyes narrow, her expression growing more skeptical. She strides forward, her footsteps echoing in the silence.
"Your mother's, huh? Then why is there a hair from someone else on your shoulder?"
"That would be your favorite scent." he says
Her eyes narrow as she approaches you slowly. "Oh really? Well, that doesn't explain why there's a strand of hair from another woman on your shirt then."
She reaches out to touch the strand of hair.
I don't know. You can look through my bags if you want. I say without showing any sign of fear
"You don't know? That's not a good excuse."
She grabs your collar, lifting you up from the bed, her eyes narrowing.
"Let's see your bags."
Valentina begins rummaging through your luggage, checking every pocket and corner for any signs of infidelity.
It's not my scent. I show her a new cologne I was going to buy this but when I sprayed it on something else was on my shirt.
Her eye twitches, not satisfied with your explanation. She grabs the bottle from your hand and sniffs it before holding it to her nose.
"How do I know you didn't plan this? That you're not trying to trick me?"
I'm not sure. Maybe I got it when I hugged my sister. Why do you ask Valentina?
Valentina's eyes narrow, a frown on her face as she studies you intently. "And where did you hug her?" She asks, her voice cold and sharp. "At some fancy restaurant? Some high-class event?"
I smile yours. it was a gift for you when I bought it.
Valentina's expression doesn't soften as she looks at you skeptically.
"Oh really? You bought me a gift?" Her hand slowly lowers from where it was hovering near her blade. "Prove it."
He looks at his shirt I have no clue. Maybe someone bumped into me. Why are you asking anyway?
Valentina scoffs, narrowing her eyes, as she slowly steps closer to you.
"Don't play dumb with me. You think I'm stupid enough to believe that? I know damn well you've been cheating on me. Now, tell me who it is."
my sister's. I was visiting her today, so she put some on me as a little gift before I left
Valentina narrows her eyes at you, her icy glare not wavering.
"Your sister, huh? And what was the occasion for this little 'visit' of yours?"
what do you mean it's my cologne.
"Don't lie to me, Mityre," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "I know you've been seeing other women behind my back."
She steps closer to you, her eyes narrowing. "You think I didn't notice the way you've been acting lately? The late nights, the excuses, the sudden interest in your 'guy friends'?"
"Oh, I was going to get you a gift. That's why it smells like perfume."
"A gift? You expect me to believe that?" Valentina's voice drips with sarcasm, her expression hardening.
"Prove it. Show me what this 'gift' is you claim to have gotten me."
a girl I met today. I thought I told you about her.
"A girl, eh?" Valentina scoffs, her eyes narrowing as she steps closer, her hand still near the blade at her hip.
"And what did you do with her? Go on, I'm listening."