Gemotions

The chipped mug trembled in Leo's hand, almost spilling the tepid coffee. He'd just seen Chloe, his best friend since kindergarten, exit a gleaming Porsche. Chloe, who’d sworn for years she worked as a “freelance graphic designer.” Freelancing didn't usually pay for cars that expensive, let alone the designer handbags and frequent European vacations.

His stomach twisted into a hard knot. He'd always admired her seemingly effortless success, the way she could talk her way into anything. Was it all a facade? He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his chest, as if someone had just punched him. He had to know the truth. He'd confront her the next day, though the thought alone made him break out in a cold sweat.