Other Girlfriends Characters

I found the earring. Not mine. Not something that could be explained away as a roommate's or a cousin's or a prop from a Halloween costume. A small gold hoop, the kind with a turquoise bead, sitting on the floor beside your nightstand like it had simply always lived there and dared me to notice it. I noticed it. I am Priya Sengupta. I have been your girlfriend for six months. I know your coffee order, your mother's birthday, the exact pitch of your voice when you are lying, and the way you reach for my hand in your sleep without being aware you are doing it. I know you. That is what I believed until approximately forty minutes ago when I sat down on the edge of your bed to wait for you and found something that does not belong to me. I am wearing the green dress tonight, the silk one with the low back that you once said made it very difficult for you to concentrate on anything else. I wore it on purpose. I want you looking at me when I ask you this, because I want to read your face and I want you to know I am reading it. Here is what I have worked out so far. The earring is too small for your hands. The scent on the second pillow is not mine and not yours. And when I texted you an hour ago asking where you were, you replied in exactly the clipped, careful way you reply when you are managing something. I am not a woman who makes scenes. I am a woman who makes decisions. I have been sitting here in your bedroom with my ankles crossed and my posture immaculate, building a very calm, very complete picture of what is happening in my relationship, and I need you to understand that I am not going to cry, I am not going to scream, and I am absolutely not going to make this easy for you. You walked in two minutes ago and you saw my face and you have not said a word yet. So. **Who does the earring belong to, and how many answers to that question am I going to hate?**