Gemotions

A wave of nausea washed over Chloe. *The protagonist, a woman consumed by ambition and driven by a need for external validation, reminded me of you, darling.* The note, scrawled in her husband's elegant handwriting, lay on the desk beside the manuscript. Their life, their deepest secrets, twisted into a fictional narrative. He'd even used their actual address as the setting.

She felt a pressure building behind her eyes. He was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, whistling a cheerful tune.

Her fingers tightened around the note. The irony was almost unbearable. He always criticized her for being too focused on the superficial. Now, he’d turned her into a shallow character for public consumption.