Gemotions

The laptop hummed, its screen still glowing in the otherwise dark bedroom. Amelia hadn’t meant to snoop, truly. But Liam’s sudden, secretive typing late at night had piqued her curiosity. Now, her breath hitched. The document was titled “Amelia, Unfiltered.” Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the first few paragraphs. The woman described bore a striking resemblance to her. A cold knot twisted in her stomach.

She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the frantic beat of her heart. She hadn’t realized how well Liam observed her, how meticulously he’d recorded the minutiae of their life. Every flaw, every insecurity, laid bare in the fictionalized words.

The room seemed to shrink. She felt the sudden urge to flee, to erase the very existence of the words. Liam would be home soon. She quickly shut the laptop, replaced it on the desk, and backed away, bumping into the dresser. The noise felt deafening.