Tom and I spent the day together, reminiscing about old times. As we walked through the park, he shared his recent adventures in photography. When it was time for him to leave, we hugged goodbye. Little did I know that a hug would set off a chain of events that would change my life.

When Jack returned home, he was furious. He accused me of cheating, showing me a picture of Tom and me hugging. I was shocked. I tried to explain that it was just an innocent hug between friends, but Jack wouldn’t listen.

“How could you do this to me? To us?” he shouted, not even looking at me.

“Jack, please. It was just a hug. Tom is an old friend!” I pleaded.

“I don’t believe you! You cheated on me!” he yelled, and I couldn’t believe the man I loved with all my heart was accusing me of something like that.

Jack and I didn’t have the perfect relationship, just like so many other couples out there, but I had never thought he’d accuse me of being unfaithful to him.

I tried to contact Tom to prove my innocence, but he was unreachable.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Jack’s aunt showed up at our house. She’s this nosy lady, always getting into other people’s business. She caused a ruckus, accusing me of all sorts of things.

I found out she was the one who sent Jack the picture.

“And this necklace Tom gave you is proof that you’re selling yourself to rich guys behind Jack’s back,” she said, waving the necklace in front of Jack.

“Jack, that’s not true!” I pleaded. “The necklace is just a souvenir from his travels. It’s not expensive.”

But Jack was unmoved. He kicked me out of the house that night despite my pleas to let me stay until morning.