Gemotions

The small, leather-bound notebook was tucked under the mattress. The moment Liam saw it, he knew. He didn't even need to open it. It was like a physical blow. He felt a strange pressure behind his eyes, a stinging sensation. His wife, Maria, had always been so open, so loving. Or so he thought.

He flipped open the first page and began to read. Every entry, a stab of disappointment. He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the cool sheets against his skin. He couldn't meet his own gaze in the mirror. He felt a need to be alone, to process this betrayal in silence.