Gemotions

The digital manuscript was a digital punch to the gut. Michael’s novel. About *them*. He’d twisted their story, painting her as the jealous, controlling partner. The betrayal stung, leaving a bitter residue in Alice’s mouth. She could almost taste the lies.

She started to document his faults. She began making a list. The way he always left the toilet seat up. His tendency to spend far too much time on his phone. His casual disregard for her feelings. She started posting them, anonymously, on a public forum. She wanted him to feel exposed, vulnerable.

She watched the comments roll in, each one a tiny pinprick of satisfaction.