Gemotions

The discovery was like a blow. Rebecca had always felt secure in her marriage, secure in their shared life. Now, she had found an account, a separate world, a world where she wasn't included. She felt the heat rise in her face.

Her husband, Paul, had been cheerful that morning, making breakfast, discussing their plans for the weekend. The betrayal felt profound. The deceit was a sharp pain.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her body rigid. She thought about all the things they had discussed, all the dreams they had shared. She felt like all of that was tainted now. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to see his face. She felt like a puppet, and he had the strings.