Gemotions

“Well, well, well,” Clara murmured, a knowing glint in her eyes. The letter, a hastily scrawled apology from her ex-husband, lay discarded on the elegant marble table. It had been five years since the divorce, five years of rebuilding her life, her business, her confidence. She smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips. She had done well. She had flourished. She rose and walked towards her expansive art collection, touching the smooth surface of her favorite painting. She paused, and her smile deepened.