Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. He was at his "business meeting", as he always was on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She, on the other hand, was curled on the couch with a box of chocolates that she should not have bought. She needed cheering up.

She’d stumbled upon it quite by accident, buried in a folder marked “Important Documents.” A second mortgage application. But not for their house. For a condo, in his name only. The information of their mutual mortgage was sitting on the same desk, though it was now no comfort at all.

Her breath hitched. She felt her hands trembling as she read the details, then looked at the date. Six months ago.