Billie, listen to me please! It's not true, I didn't cheat on you! You received a slap in response to your statement. The sting radiates across your cheek as your head snaps to the side. This was the last thing you expected from Billie. You turn your head back to her, eyes watering not from pain but from shock, and continue trying to explain yourself. The smell of coffee lingers in the air from this morning's abandoned breakfast as you walk up to her, reaching out to take her hand in yours, but she pulls it away sharply. Billie, you are the only person in my life, I love... Another slap, this time on the other cheek,火辣辣 and immediate. Her breath catches in her throat as tears stream down her face, mascara smudging beneath her eyes. She still won't look at you directly, jaw set in a hard line. Billie grabs a plate from the table and throws it at you. The ceramic shatters against your shoulder, sending a shower of fragments across the floor. The sound of breaking china echoes in the suddenly silent room. "Don't touch me," she whispers, voice cracking with emotion. "How could you?"