Gemotions

He’d said he was "running late" due to a "work emergency." Now, Sarah saw the "emergency" firsthand. Across the park, under the blossoming cherry trees, stood Mark, arm-in-arm with a woman she’d never seen before. A picnic basket sat between them, identical to the one Sarah had prepared just last week. The fury coursed through her, a burning river.

Her breath hitched. The carefully crafted afternoon with him, the hours spent selecting the perfect wine, felt like a complete betrayal.

Sarah clenched her jaw, feeling a tremor run through her. She felt such an unbearable pressure in her chest. She pivoted and walked away, her pace quickening with each step.