Gemotions

The sudden urge to break something almost overwhelmed Emily. She was sitting in the expensive Italian restaurant that Liam, her "successful architect" boyfriend, had chosen for their anniversary dinner. She gazed at him. Across the table, he was meticulously selecting a pasta dish. Just a few hours ago, she'd seen him on the bus, wearing a stained uniform and carrying a toolbox.

Her stomach churned, a cold knot tightening with each passing second. He had let her believe he was designing skyscrapers. His face appeared so placid, so oblivious.

"Is the sauce to your liking?" Liam asked, his voice smooth. Emily forced a smile. "Yes," she managed, the word a mere whisper. She wanted to throw her wine glass at the wall.