Gathering my composure, I moved closer to the bed and gently shook my husband’s shoulder. He stirred and slowly turned to face me, his expression one of surprise at finding me standing there. My mother-in-law remained asleep, oblivious to the tension that now filled the room.

“What’s going on?” I whispered, careful not to wake his mother. My voice was steady, but inside I was a tumult of confusion and frustration.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the bedsheet, his gaze landing on the lipstick stain. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and he sat up, carefully disentangling himself from the sleeping figure beside him.