Gemotions

Liam kicked the tires of the rental car, a useless gesture of frustration. He'd driven three hours, fueled by anticipation for a weekend getaway with "Chloe." The beach cottage, the champagne, the *promises*—all crumbling. He’d just seen Chloe, his Chloe, emerge from a local restaurant with a man he'd never seen before, and they'd been holding hands. He wanted to shout. He wanted to tear something apart.

His phone buzzed. A text: “Hey, are you here yet? The other one is here, haha. See you soon!” – Chloe.

He wanted to scream. Instead, he forced himself to breathe, attempting to get his pulse to slow down from its frantic pace. He took a long, shaky breath and went inside the restaurant. He had to face her.