Gemotions

The pages, bound in soft leather, felt heavy in her hands. The novel: “His Prisoner.” Her. She felt the blood drain from her face. He had twisted their shared history, turning her into a manipulative, controlling figure. A coldness spread through Elena.

She started with his work. She made sure all his emails went to her. She changed his passwords. She deleted his contacts. It wasn't about the career. It was about making him see how fragile his power really was.

She reveled in his rising panic, the frantic phone calls, the increasingly desperate pleas.