Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the bitter taste of betrayal in Olivia's mouth. She’d always supported George's writing, believing in his talent. Now, finding the manuscript, she felt a profound sense of disappointment. The fictional version of her was a demanding, controlling partner. Her entire body felt leaden.

She found him at the kitchen table, meticulously kneading dough. “George,” she began, her voice dangerously calm, “we need to discuss this.”

George turned, his hands covered in flour. He looked at her, his expression shifting from surprise to something akin to panic. “I…I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Olivia pushed the manuscript across the table. "Don't lie to me. Is this how you truly view our life together? Are you deliberately misrepresenting our relationship?"