Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into a knot. "A… a chef?" Fiona repeated, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. She'd known Mark as a consultant, a man of power. Now he admitted to spending his days in a hot kitchen. The truth felt like a betrayal.

She felt a strange disconnect from her body, as though she were watching herself from a distance. She pushed away from the table, a sudden wave of nausea washing over her. The restaurant's opulent decor felt garish, the music jarring. She had to get away, to escape this scene, this deception.