Gemotions

He’d claimed they couldn’t afford new curtains, that the budget was stretched thin. Now, the bank statement showed a tidy sum, tucked away in an account she never knew existed. His casual lies, the way he’d squeezed her hand in the grocery store, feigning concern over the price of asparagus – it all clicked into focus. It felt like a betrayal. A coldness spread through her chest, a weight she hadn't known she carried.

“Dinner’s ready,” she called out, her voice devoid of its usual warmth. He emerged from his office, a smile plastered on his face. She watched him eat, each swallow a deliberate act of defiance. He'd never see her cry.