Gemotions

The restaurant's soft lighting suddenly felt like a spotlight, drawing attention to the betrayal. Her stomach twisted, a knot of icy fury forming inside. He had claimed to be traveling for business, yet here he was, across the small table, hand in hand with another woman. She rose abruptly, pushing her chair back with a screech that cut through the pleasant background music. "I think," she stated, her voice trembling slightly, "that we're done." She practically vibrated with pent-up tension, a tightly wound spring ready to snap. She shoved past him and all but ran from the building.