Gemotions

"Well, well," she said aloud, staring at the sunflowers. Their cheerful faces felt obscene. No name. Classic. She'd known this would happen.

Her hands clenched. She started by sending him the bill for her therapy sessions, every single one of them, stretching back years. Then, she opened his social media account and began methodically dismantling his carefully curated image, posting unflattering photos, detailing minor indiscretions from the past. It was cathartic, in its own way.

That evening, a smile played upon her lips. The game had just begun.