I forced a smile, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the oddness of the situation. “It’s alright. We’re just glad you’re okay.”

As she got up and left the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind still racing. My husband joined me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in a reassuring gesture.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said quietly, as if reading my thoughts. “Together.”

I nodded, leaning into him. Despite the unexpected turn of events, I realized that this was a test of our new marriage—a challenge that required trust and communication. The lipstick stain was just a mark on a bedsheet, but how we handled the situation would define the foundation of our life together.