Gemotions

The ornate clock tower in the city center chimed the hour, each toll a hammer blow to Sophia’s sanity. She stared at the building where Leo, her fiancé, had been allegedly working. The imposing structure of "Sterling & Reed," a renowned law firm. He was just a cleaner. She had seen him in a grubby uniform pushing a trolley.

Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to spin. They were supposed to get married next month. She had purchased the dress, planned the reception, invested everything she had. She needed to know why. A wave of nausea surged through her, and she ran to the nearest bin, the contents of her stomach spewing into it. The elegant wedding, the shared future, all a cruel illusion.