Gemotions

The words on the page were a fresh wound, a reminder of the raw betrayal she had tried so hard to forget. The casual tone, the impersonal language, felt like a deliberate insult. Twenty years and this was all he could muster? She felt a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to destroy something, anything. She squeezed the letter in her fist, its edges digging into her palm.

She went to the living room, her vision tunnelled by a haze of fury. She saw the photograph, the one he had given her, the one that held the false promise of happily ever after, sitting on the mantelpiece. She grabbed the photo and hurled it against the fireplace. The glass shattered, the picture of their shared past exploding into a million pieces.