Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia's hands, but the heat didn't reach the chill in her chest. Liam had always been the golden boy, the successful one. Now, she knew the gleaming office building he talked about was a shared co-working space, the prestigious consultancy a glorified temp agency. Her gaze kept drifting to the framed photo on her desk of the two of them, laughing, from their university days. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes.

She’d left him a voicemail, a choked mess of a message. “I just… I didn’t know.” The words felt hollow even to her own ears.

The rain outside mirrored the gloom inside. Amelia stared out the window, watching the droplets race down the glass, each a tiny, fleeting representation of the shattered trust. A wave of regret washed over her, a deep and bitter current.