Gemotions

The email notification had been a mistake, a slip-up in his carefully constructed web of deceit. A separate email address, a different bank, a life she wasn’t privy to. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the transactions: expensive watches, a down payment on a boat, lavish gifts for a woman she did not know. The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with the phantom scent of someone else’s perfume. Her jaw ached with the effort of holding back her words.

She found a bottle of his favorite Scotch, a rare single malt he cherished. She poured it down the kitchen sink.