The Gallery of Lies

While curating our new gallery exhibit, I pulled back a dusty cloth and found a secret portrait

Julian painted—an intimate embrace with a woman I’d never seen before. My mind raced,

trying to make sense of this betrayal in a place that was meant to celebrate our creative bond.

Just days ago, Julian and I were curating our gallery’s latest exhibit, discussing future

plans as we lovingly arranged the art pieces. But now, each stroke on that

canvas felt like a dagger slicing through the heart of our relationship. "Who is she?"

I demanded, as Julian appeared behind me, his face shifting from confusion to

panic. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, but the evidence