Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring, mirroring the turmoil in his mind. The secret account, a testament to his careful planning, now felt like a curse. His wife’s face, etched with hurt, played on repeat in his memory. He felt a heavy ache that settled in his gut.

He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture of helplessness. He walked through the house, the silence amplifying the thudding of his heart. The scent of her perfume, still lingering in the air, stung his senses.

He felt a profound sense of isolation. He wanted to explain, to undo the damage, but the words stuck in his throat. He sat at the kitchen table, head in his hands, the weight of his actions bearing down on him.