Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her throat. The realization hit her like a physical blow. The other woman, dressed in the same expensive suit he had described when she had asked if she liked it, showed her the texts. The same pet names. The same endearments.

She sat frozen in place, the expensive cafe suddenly feeling cold and sterile. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Every detail of their relationship, carefully curated, felt suddenly fraudulent. His life with her was a performance, a well-rehearsed play.

She wanted to shatter something, to destroy the carefully constructed facade. But she couldn’t move. The thought of confronting him was terrifying, but the thought of not knowing was worse. The feeling of being exposed, naked, was overwhelming.