Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, a stark, unwelcome intrusion. John ignored it, staring at the empty wine glass. He had found the bills. They didn't add up. He had overheard the coded language, the laughter that wasn't directed at him. She'd been pretending. He would show her.

He stood, his legs suddenly shaky. He strode to the record player and put on a heavy metal album, cranking the volume. He didn't care about the neighbors. He’d make sure she knew he wasn’t going to beg. He poured himself another glass, watching the dark liquid swirl. This was his house, and he would do what he pleased.