Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. From the moment he saw the tax documents, everything changed. Mrs. Davies had always been the epitome of suburban serenity. Now, knowing her secret, made him feel sick.

He saw her, driving around in her new car and he felt... defective. He couldn’t look at her, the usual smile, offered with a full heart, now made him wince. The pleasantries felt like a mockery of his own, simpler life.

He started spending more time at the local bar, drowning his thoughts in alcohol. The silence of his own home was now disturbed by an echo of something dark. The knowledge of her secret weighed heavily, settling like a stone in his stomach.