Gemotions

The sheer arrogance of it, the audacity of her husband, Ben! He'd meticulously crafted a fictionalized version of their life, casting her as the antagonist in their own story. The novel lay open on the kitchen table, a monument to his betrayal.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She felt a hot flush rising up her neck, a physical manifestation of the fury building inside. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

She grabbed the phone, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. She wanted to call someone, anyone, to share the unbearable weight of her feelings, but who would understand? Instead, she went to the garage and started the car.