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The Marks Left by My Mistress in the Bathroom
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In my bathroom, a pair of handprints had unexpectedly appeared. Below the handprints were two slightly irregular smudges. Confused, I asked my husband if someone had borrowed the bathroom.
"Of course not!" he replied.
It wasn't until I caught a whiff of a peculiar fragrance and noticed that the trash bag had been changed that I began to suspect he was lying.
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The bathroom was filled with steam, and gradually, two handprints became visible on the glass. I stared at them in a daze, my mind racing with bizarre images. A shiver ran down my spine. The handprints looked small; they must belong to a woman. In our home, it was just me and my daughter, and she was too young to reach that spot.
Beneath the handprints were two indistinct smudges that only heightened my unease, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. Had someone really used my bathroom? I began scanning the surroundings, hoping to find some clues.
There were no cameras in the bathroom, and my husband and I rarely showered together, so whose handprints could these be? The scent was distinctly different from my own body wash. The trash can had also been emptied, confirming that someone had indeed been here.
After taking a shower and stepping out, I asked my husband, "Has anyone borrowed our bathroom recently?"
Ma Tao's expression changed, and his eyes showed a hint of panic. "No, no one has. Why do you ask?"
It was clear he was lying.
"Are you sure?" I pressed again.
His gaze wandered, and his speech became hesitant. "No, really."
I stared at him, trying to read his face for any clues.
"Who was it?"
Under my relentless questioning, Ma Tao finally stammered, "A couple of days ago, the solar water heater broke down, and I had someone come to fix it. The technician used the bathroom."
I let out a sigh of relief; perhaps I was just being overly suspicious.
Lately, I had felt that Ma Tao's feelings for me had grown distant, which made me paranoid. I tried to reassure myself not to overthink it.
However, there had indeed been some strange changes in his behavior recently. He no longer wanted to go for walks with me or remembered our wedding anniversary. When he went on business trips, he wouldn’t take me along anymore. Even at night, he didn’t want to hold me while we slept. He used to love cuddling with me at night.
I was afraid of sleeping alone, so whenever he returned from a trip, I would cling to him for days. But recently, after he came back from a trip, I found myself reluctant to get too close to him. It felt as if something was slowly changing between us.
I shook my head to dispel those thoughts.
Today, when I got home from work, I ran into my neighbor Shan Shan in the elevator.
She wore a floral dress and carried a small, exquisite bag, her sweet smile revealing two adorable dimples.
She was very friendly, always greeting me whenever we met.
"Hello, Sister," she said.
She looked much younger than me, resembling a college student. I had a good impression of her.
"Hello," I replied with a smile.
As we stepped into the elevator, I caught a whiff of a very distinct fragrance. It sent a shiver down my spine; it was exactly the same scent I had smelled in my bathroom yesterday.
"Shan Shan, did you use our bathroom yesterday?" I suddenly asked her.
Shan Shan's smile froze, and her gaze became evasive. "N-no," she stammered.
Her hand kept fiddling with the charm on her bag, looking quite nervous.
"Are you sure?"
"Really, Sister, our bathroom isn't broken; why would I need to borrow someone else's?"
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