Gemotions

He had always preached fiscal responsibility. Elizabeth, his wife, had listened, dutifully. Until now. The savings account statement was a slap in the face. She had saved in secret, and he hadn't known. He was being made a fool of.

She walked straight to the antique store, a place she knew he despised. She bought the ornately carved writing desk that had caught her eye for months, even though they had no space for it. She paid cash, a gesture of defiance.

That evening, she found him staring at the empty space where the desk used to be. The look on his face - the *utter* bewilderment - was a balm to her soul. "I felt like I deserved it," she said, her voice soft but steady.