Gemotions

The discovery was a physical blow, a punch to the gut. The savings account, hidden within a convoluted web of online accounts, was a blatant betrayal. John hadn’t just been frugal; he’d been secretive. He had kept this secret from her, the woman he promised to share everything with.

He hadn’t even hinted at it, not a clue. She ran a hand across her forehead, the skin clammy. The furniture in the living room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. He'd be home soon, expecting dinner, expecting her to be the same wife he’d always known.

John felt a strange, detached curiosity. Would he lie? Would he deny it? Or would he simply… explain? The thought of his explanation, whatever it might be, filled him with a potent blend of dread and fury. He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink.