Gemotions

He found himself pacing his apartment, the hardwood floors creaking under his restless steps. The air felt thick, heavy with a tension he couldn’t quite name. Sarah’s emails, filled with tales of international conferences and high-level negotiations, suddenly felt like a punch to the gut. All this time, she’d been telling him she was a consultant, jet-setting to exotic locales. In reality, she was working at a car dealership, selling used vehicles. He clenched his jaw, replaying their recent conversation in his head. Her voice, so confidently lying, echoed in his ears. He grabbed his phone and started to scroll through his contacts, a sudden, almost violent urge to do something, anything, to break the stifling atmosphere.