Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. She stared at the screen, the call log showing countless missed calls from him. Now, she understood why he’d been so distant, so evasive. The new product launch. The identical research. Their shared dream now belonged to him, to his solo triumph.

A wave of nausea washed over her. She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to steady herself. The smell of coffee, usually comforting, turned her stomach. She felt like someone had physically punched her.

The silence of the house was deafening, the echoes of their laughter now replaced with a hollow emptiness. She dropped the phone onto the counter, the sound like a gunshot in the silent room.