Gemotions

The numbers leaped off the screen. Jessica scrolled through the account history, the transactions a cruel chronicle of her husband, Tom's, hidden wealth. She sat frozen, a wave of heat washing over her, making her palms sweat.

She thought of the years of collaborative budgeting, the discussions about their financial future. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. He was always so careful, so cautious, so... transparent.

As she moved through the day, her actions were mechanical. She couldn’t shake the image of Tom enjoying things she didn't. When he came home, she found herself avoiding him, her gaze darting away. Every shared moment felt loaded, tainted with the unspoken secret.