Gemotions

A slow, cold anger settled in her bones, a feeling that had been dormant for so long. She had spent years trying to erase him from her life, and now here he was, at a wedding that she was also attending. His presence was a deliberate act of spite.

She remembered his favorite meal. The catering had been chosen by the groom, who she knew liked her cooking.

She watched as he approached the buffet table.

She ensured that the caterers had prepared the meal.

He took his plate. He took a bite. He looked at her.

She had made sure that the meal was prepared with a certain ingredient. The ingredient that would ensure that he was running to the toilet all night.