Zero Tolerance: The Scent of Betrayal
Language: en
The first time I noticed something was off was when I smelled an unfamiliar body wash scent on her. We always use the same brand and fragrance at home. So that day when she came home and leaned in to kiss me, I immediately sensed something wasn't right. "Did you shower somewhere else today?" I asked casually. "A bird pooped on my head. I didn't want to stink up the house, so I showered at school before coming home," she replied smoothly. I smiled and let my gaze drift quickly over her face. She was too calm. So I joked, "Good thing it didn't happen back in our hometown. There, you'd…