Elinor chewed at a ragged thumbnail, her heart jittering against her ribcage as she hung on every word of the thriller she was reading. Parts of it—those pertaining to the relationship with the protagonist’s love interest—seemed to have been lifted from her own life. The uncanny similarities left her torn between throwing the book and reading on.
And then, all of a sudden, there it was—a detail that could only have come from her ex. Elinor and Jake were the only two who knew it. He had written this book using a pseudonym.
As she read on, events continued to mirror their life together until, in a sudden twist, the book concluded, revealing motivations she had never understood, but which made perfect sense. She looked up, eyes wide in dismay as she finally accepted the truth.
“Jake wrote this.” She closed her eyes in pain at the further realization, “My life is one big plot twist.”
What could be more shocking in a book than realizing it was written about you by a vengeful ex? And then realizing the portrayal is an accurate depiction of your life.
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Interesting, at the very least, seeing ourselves through a dispassionate lens. That is, not knowing it's me until my opinions have been formed. 😁
Those wicked writers 😅