Gemotions

He had the audacity to call her after the confrontation. John, the supposed love of both Clara and another woman named Emily. Clara let it ring. And ring. And ring. Each chime was a hammer blow to his carefully constructed reality. She envisioned him sweating, pacing, the carefully crafted charm crumbling under the weight of his duplicity.

Finally, she answered. “John? Yes, this is Clara. Yes, I'm the one whose car he crashed while trying to get to you. Don't worry, I made sure the insurance company knows about you both.” The satisfying silence on the other end was a symphony in her ears.