Gemotions

The bank statement felt like a physical blow. Henry, staring at the paper, felt a slow burn start in his chest, expanding outward. His wife, Olivia, had a secret account, teeming with money he didn't know about. Each transaction was a sharp jab, a silent betrayal.

He slammed the paper down on the table, the sound echoing in the silent house. He felt a sudden urge to know everything, to uncover every lie. The feeling consumed him, a bitter, sour taste.

He sought her out later in the day, but avoided her eye. He asked where she'd been, what she'd done. He pressed and prodded, the questions sharp and pointed. Her answers, smooth and innocent, only fueled the fire.