Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he strode into the living room, a grin plastered across his face. Sunlight glinted off the polished wood floor. This morning, everything felt… vibrant. He needed to *do* something. He spotted his wife's phone lying on the coffee table, a forgotten casualty of breakfast. He’d noticed her furtive behavior for weeks, late nights on the porch, hushed tones.

His heart thrummed against his ribs. He picked up the device, a mischievous glint in his eye. The password, surprisingly, was their anniversary date. He scanned the recent calls, his breath quickening. One name, a woman's. A picture of her. He felt a thrill, a zing of something wild and unexpected.