Puppet in the Mirror

Summary

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.