Gemotions

He checked the photograph one last time, a blurry image of Emily, the glamorous "art curator," pushing shopping carts at a supermarket. The photograph, secured after weeks of following her, was proof. Proof that the extravagant dinners, the tales of high-society galas, the entire persona, was a lie.

James felt an almost electric current surging through him. He couldn’t stop grinning. His heart felt like it was doing cartwheels in his chest. He imagined the look on her face when he presented her with the evidence.

He started to pace his tiny apartment, unable to contain his energy. He had spent years listening to her boast about her success. She was about to fall, and he was the one who was going to watch.