Isobel's mood didn't improve. The disturbing matter raged in her mind until eventually she spilled what it is that was spoiling her mind.
"Julius". She called.
He turned his attention to her.
"I'm sure you know now that… that I'm not Isabel. That I'm not your wife. The evidence is clear".
"Evidence?"
He voiced to which she nods. "Yes evidence. The couch in the living room". She pointed out.
Isobel sighed in frustration seeing the calm indifferent look in his eyes.
"What about the couch?"
He asked feigning ignorance.
"It's been soiled and there's a big patch of red stain on it. There's no point in acting unaware. You felt it yesterday didn't you?" She was referring to the pierced hymen proving her virginity.
Silence reigned for a long time. They both eyed each other refusing to blink unwilling to give in to the other. Finally Julius broke the stare contest and issued…
