Gemotions

The account details blazed on the screen, a fiery indictment. Henry’s knuckles were white as he gripped the mouse. He'd confided in her, shared his worries. He'd even taken a second job to make ends meet. And she… she had a secret cache, a trove of wealth built on his perceived weakness.

He slammed the laptop shut, the sudden noise splitting the air. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He stormed into the kitchen. She was baking, humming a happy tune. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing his expression. "Everything," he spat back, his voice thick with unspent emotions.