Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick, suffocating. Liam couldn't breathe. He'd found the Rosetta Stone app on Sarah's tablet, open to the Spanish section. Her perfect, flowing script, the hours she’d supposedly been “busy with work,” now exposed as a carefully constructed deception.

He found himself pacing the living room, the Persian rug feeling rough beneath his feet. His hands clenched and unclenched. He should feel angry, he knew, but all he felt was this crushing emptiness.

The scent of her perfume, still lingering in the air, suddenly turned acrid, a reminder of the life they had built together, a life now stained with this quiet betrayal. He picked up a framed photograph of them, his smile felt forced, unnatural. He set it down gently.