Gemotions

John had always believed in transparency, in open communication. Finding this secret account, filled with images and words he deemed inappropriate, felt like a personal betrayal. A wave of heat flushed through his body, leaving him feeling sick.

He threw the phone across the room, the device skidding across the wooden floor. He wanted to break something, to destroy the evidence of what he'd seen.

He stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, the silence amplifying the turmoil inside. He needed to get out, far away from this room, this house, this situation.