Gemotions

He’d left it on the bedside table, a blatant betrayal. Sarah felt a prickle of annoyance at the base of her skull, a feeling that settled like a stone. She’d been enjoying a rare moment of peace, bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. Now, the peace was shattered.

The title, *“My Love, My Muse, My Misery”*, was enough to send a sharp pang of something unpleasant through her chest. She picked up the book and threw it across the room.

Later, she found him in the garden, meticulously pruning his roses. She walked over, the grass cool and damp beneath her feet. "You know, Daniel, I'm just…I am finding it hard to believe you didn't think I would find that." Her words seemed to taste bitter as they left her mouth. He glanced up, the shears still in his hand, his face blank.