Puppet in the Mirror
Language: en
Sorting through my husband’s suit pockets, two identical receipts for designer cologne slipped out. It was from the bespoke brand I frequented, and for a moment, I thought it was a surprise he’d planned for me. Then his new assistant walked past, and the sharp scent of fir instantly jolted my memory. "Mr. Brown actually gifted you such an expensive cologne?" I asked, feigning casualness, watching her blush and deny buying it herself. But on her earlobe dangled a pearl stud identical to mine, and the silver bracelet on her wrist was an exact match. Even the trench coat she wore was a…