Recognizing The Recycled Gift
The realization hit me like a cold splash of water. Jason had purchased that designer swimwear for my birthday just last summer.
He must have gone back to the same boutique to buy a matching one for his mistress. It was lazy and insulting all at the same time.
He was recycling his gift ideas on his twenty-something assistant. My grip on the mouse tightened as I stared at the stolen fashion choice.