The Thirteenth Lie: Panties in His Backseat
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I found the thirteenth piece of evidence of Reid's affair today.
Black lace panties, shoved deep between his car seats.
The first time, it was designer lipstick in his glove box. "Oh, that's mine," my friend Mia shrugged. "Must've fallen out when Reid gave me a ride."
The sixth time, a hotel key card in his console. "I borrowed his car for a business trip," my brother Owen explained calmly. "Stop being so paranoid, Nadia."
Thirteen times. Thirteen perfect excuses.
When I confront Reid with the panties, he just makes a phone call.
On speaker, Mia and Owen claim the underwear is theirs—some late-night hookup in my fiancé's back seat. "You're being ridiculous, Nadia," they snap in unison. "You're getting married. Start acting like it. Trust him."
I watch Reid's face, that innocent mask he wears so well.
Then I smile.
Because I bought those panties myself. I planted them there.
And now I finally know who's been his accomplice all along.
Black lace panties, shoved deep between his car seats.
The first time, it was designer lipstick in his glove box. "Oh, that's mine," my friend Mia shrugged. "Must've fallen out when Reid gave me a ride."
The sixth time, a hotel key card in his console. "I borrowed his car for a business trip," my brother Owen explained calmly. "Stop being so paranoid, Nadia."
Thirteen times. Thirteen perfect excuses.
When I confront Reid with the panties, he just makes a phone call.
On speaker, Mia and Owen claim the underwear is theirs—some late-night hookup in my fiancé's back seat. "You're being ridiculous, Nadia," they snap in unison. "You're getting married. Start acting like it. Trust him."
I watch Reid's face, that innocent mask he wears so well.
Then I smile.
Because I bought those panties myself. I planted them there.
And now I finally know who's been his accomplice all along.


















































