"Is this a joke to you, Chase?" Giselle screamed, clutching the white shirt like a weapon. "I bought this shirt for you! I spent months saving up and picking out the right fabric because I knew you liked the breathability of that cloth. And you wore it to go sleep with another woman? Another woman!!"
Chase didn't even look up from his phone. "It’s a shirt, Giselle. Don't be so dramatic. It's not like the fabric is sacred."
"You are so unbelievable!" she shrieked, throwing the crumpled cloth at his chest. "You wore something I gave you out of love to go screw someone else? Do you have any idea how sick that is? How twisted you have to be to do that?"
Chase caught the shirt and dropped it to the floor with a sneer. "Love? Is that what you call it? You thought if you bought me these cheap
