Gemotions

He had always controlled the finances, meticulously. Michael, the accountant, the one who “knew best.” But she’d found the account book, hidden in a locked drawer. He believed she was incapable of handling money. Sarah, however, felt a surge of something hot and restless in her chest.

She went directly to the jewelry store. The assistant, a young man with a carefully sculpted beard, didn't bat an eye when she requested a diamond pendant the size of her thumb. She signed the paperwork with a flourish. Let him try to control *that* little bauble.

Later, she rearranged the living room, replacing the bland, beige sofa with a vibrant, velvet chaise lounge. When Michael returned, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the changes. "What is the *meaning* of this?" he asked, his voice tight. Sarah just smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips.