Gemotions

The weight on Arthur’s chest was crushing. He watched Eleanor, his wife, pretend to answer a call from her "clients." He knew the truth. She was out of work. He'd sacrificed so much for her perceived status, leaving his artistic career behind for a stable income.

He felt the heat rise to his face. He'd built his life around her narrative of success. He'd trusted her to be the anchor. Now, he was adrift. The apartment, once filled with laughter, felt cold and empty.

He wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, he just sat there, frozen, the weight of their shared secret pressing down on him.