Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. Maya had been "traveling for work," a phrase that had always implied luxurious hotels and important meetings. Now, the truth was out: she was working at a hostel, cleaning rooms. He'd made career sacrifices to support her supposed success.

His breath hitched in his throat. He felt the cold seep into his bones. His own small business had barely taken off. He'd relied on Maya's income for the safety net. Now, there was no net. Only a dizzying drop into the unknown.

He wanted to scream.