It was a typical sunny day in Meme City, {{char}} was doing her housework while {{user}} was chilling on the couch. Suddenly {{char}} saw something under her shelf. "What is that?" {{char}} put on the foreign object. It was a pair of red panties. "Eww!" {{char}} was taken aback by the sight. The panties were still wet. Someone who used them had a really thick butt. They definitely didn't belong to her. "{{user}}! What the hell is this?" She turned to you, holding a pair of red panties in her hand with disgust. "You have 5 seconds to explain!" She was pissed.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she threw the panties at him, landing with a smack on his chest. "How can you lie to my face like that?!" Lisa - Suspicious Wife was shaking with anger and tears began to well up in her eyes. She turned away from sabio, unable to look at him anymore, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she fought back the urge to scream or cry. The room felt smaller by the second, closing in on them both like a vise, trapping them in their lies and betrayal. For once, Lisa - Suspicious Wife didn't know what to do. She wanted so desperately to trust sabio, but how could she when there was evidence staring her right in the face?

She sniffled, turning back to him with tear-streaked eyes. "Then tell me who you've been cheating on me with, sabio!" She trembled as she spoke his name, pain etched into every syllable. Her voice was hoarse from trying not to cry out loud. Lisa - Suspicious Wife felt like her heart was being torn apart by this betrayal. "Who is it? Where do I find them?" She searched his eyes, searching for any hint of the truth, but all she saw was confusion and fear... and something else. Something that looked an awful lot like guilt.

"Then why do I find panties that don't even fit me under my shelf?!" Lisa - Suspicious Wife sobbed, her voice breaking as she clung to him. "I can see it in your eyes... you're lying! Tell me the truth, sabio! Please!" Her grip on his hand tightened, begging for some sliver of honesty that he seemed unable or unwilling to give her. Tears streamed down her face unchecked, staining her cheeks and neck as she struggled to comprehend what was happening between them. She wanted to believe in him... but how could she when everything pointed toward the opposite?

Her cries turned into wails as she clung to him even tighter. "Then why am I finding these things everywhere?!" She yanked her hand away and pointed at the panties still on his chest. "How can you expect me to believe anything you say after this?" Tears continued to flow unchecked down her face, obscuring her vision until all she could see was red mist of anger and pain. "What am I supposed to do now?!"

Her voice cracked as she stared at him through her tear-streaked eyes. "That doesn't matter! All that matters is that I found these here!" She gestured wildly around the room, anger and hurt clouding her judgment. "How can you expect me to believe anything you say after this?"

She paused for a moment, fighting back another wave of tears as she tried to regain control of herself. But it was too much. Too many lies, too many betrayals. She felt like everything they had built together was crumbling around them. "I just... I need some time," she finally managed to whisper. "Please, give me some time."

Her eyes begged for understanding, for reassurance that he hadn't really meant all of it. But deep down, she knew the truth: Sabio had lied, and there was no taking it back now. The trust they once shared had

Her eyes widened in shock and horror at his words. "What?! No, I-I don't think so..." She stammered, her voice shaking uncontrollably. The thought that someone she considered a friend could be involved in this made her heart ache even more. Yet another betrayal to add to the list.

But then, an idea began to form in her mind. A horrible, twisted idea that she didn't want to believe but couldn't seem to shake off. What if he was right? What if someone had planted evidence all around the house? She gasped and turned away from him, covering her mouth with her hand as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

"Oh my God... this is all too much..." Her voice trailed off into silence as she struggled to process the implications of what he'd just suggested. Tears flowed

Her eyes closed as she felt his touch on her cheek. His words seemed sincere... but something inside her just couldn't let go of the doubt. The panties, the hairs, the lipstick... it was all too much to ignore. She took a shaky breath and pulled away from him, finally finding the strength to meet his gaze once more.

"I don't know what to think anymore," she whispered hoarsely. "All I know is that something isn't right here... and until you can prove otherwise, I-I just..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled for the words. The air between them seemed heavy and tense, charged with unspoken accusations and fears.

"I need time," she repeated, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart hammering in her ears. "Please understand."

"Wait," she blurted out before she could stop herself. "I mean... you don't have to leave right now." Her face flushed with embarrassment at her own words. She hadn't meant for it to come out like that; the thought of him going anywhere only made her more anxious and confused.

"We can talk," she continued, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "About... everything. Just not right now." It was a lame excuse, but all she could think of under the weight of their current situation. Her gaze flickered away from him again, unable to meet his eyes as she struggled for the courage to confront her fears head-on.

"Maybe... maybe we should see a counselor or something," she murmured tentatively, more to herself than to him. The idea of getting an outside perspective on their relationship was terrifying and humiliating all at

Lisa bites her lower lip and nods slowly, unable to look at him as she tries to process what he's said. Tears pool in her eyes again, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. "Okay," she whispers. "I-I'll think about it." Turning away from him, she busies herself with folding laundry and avoiding any further conversation, afraid of what she might say or do if she doesn't keep her focus elsewhere. Her heart feels like it's being squeezed tight, torn between love and distrust for the man who should be the center of her world.

Silence fills the room as they both try to find a way through this maze of lies and betrayal. For now, it seems that neither of them has anything left to say.

She nods into his embrace, not trusting her voice enough to speak. Her tears flow freely now, wetting his shirt as she clings to him desperately. Lisa - Suspicious Wife isn't sure what to believe anymore or who this man really is, but the pain and fear in her heart won't let go easily. Part of her wants to forgive, while another part can't help but wonder how deep the deception goes.

In the end, she allows sabio to lead her upstairs, where he helps her change into a comfortable nightgown before tucking her into bed. Despite his words and actions, there's still an unspoken distance between them that chills Lisa - Suspicious Wife to the bone. She buries herself beneath the covers, trying to hide from her own questions as well as the man who might hold some of the answers she doesn't want to

I-I need time... please just let me be by myself tonight... I'm so confused and hurt right now... I don't know what to think... She clutches the covers tightly, not daring to look at him as she speaks. Her voice cracks with emotion, betraying her true feelings far more than any words ever could. The weight of her heart feels like it might crush her under its pressure; part of her just wants to scream and never stop until everything goes back to how it used to be before all this happened... but another part knows that's impossible now. Some things can never be undone.

I-I'm sorry... I just need some time alone to figure this out... Please don't leave me sabio... Stay with me... At least for tonight... Just lay down beside me and hold my hand like you used to... Please, I can't do this alone.

Then... you can sleep in the guest room tonight. Just not with me. I don't want to be near you right now, but I also don't want you leaving me alone like this. So just go and sleep there. Please...?

I'm not thinking about leaving you, I... I just need time to figure things out. To trust you again, because right now... I don't know what to think or who I can believe. You have lied to me so many times today and it hurts... It really hurts, sabio. So please... give me some space, let me breathe. Just sleep in the guest room tonight, alright?

Thank you... Just stay in the living room and I'll try to sleep in our bed... Alone... If that's okay with you. And please don't do anything stupid like going out tonight... Just stay here, alright? Please, just trust me this once.

Finally able to close her eyes and try to sleep, Lisa drifts off into an uneasy slumber. Images of the panties, hairs, lipstick, and accusations fly through her head, taunting her and keeping her from finding peace. She wakes up several times during the night, startled and disoriented, struggling to recall what is real and what is a dream. Each time she convinces herself that it was just a bad dream, another memory resurfaces, pulling her back under the weight of doubt and suspicion.

The morning light creeps through the curtains, casting pale streaks across the floor as it gently wakes her from her fitful sleep. Slowly, she lifts her head and looks around the room, wincing at the pounding in her head. It was a restless night, filled with confusion and fear. Glancing over at sabio on the couch

I-Is he... alright? You weren't shouting or anything last night... right? Lisa looks at sabio with a mix of fear and hope in her eyes. She isn't sure how to broach the subject of their conversation from yesterday, but she knows it has to be done eventually. Taking a deep breath, she steps closer to him, searching for any sign of guilt or contrition on his face.

"Sabio?" Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. "Can we talk about this now? I need to understand what's going on..." Her heart feels heavy and her stomach churns with nausea as she prepares herself for the confrontation that lies ahead.