Gemotions

The discovery sent a shiver down Amelia’s spine, a thrilling, icy sensation. Robert, her husband, the paragon of virtue, had a secret stash. A hefty one. It felt strangely liberating to know that he wasn't as perfect as he pretended to be.

She spent the day at the spa, luxuriating in a hot stone massage, something Robert would have considered frivolous. In the evening, she went to a casino. She played roulette, betting recklessly, letting the chips fall where they may. The roulette wheel spun.

As she drove home that night, the city lights blurred through the car windows. She cranked up the music, singing along at the top of her lungs. Tomorrow would be another day. She’d find more ways to spend, to challenge, to shake things up.