Gemotions

He had always been so careful, meticulously managing their joint account. She'd trusted him implicitly. Finding the separate bank account was like being betrayed. Her head spun. The audacity of it! She stared at the computer screen, the numbers blurring, a bitter taste on her tongue.

She pushed herself away from the desk, needing to move. She ripped a notepad from the pad, crumpling it in her fist. Then she chucked it into the wastebasket, hard.

He called, right as she was about to make a cup of tea. "Dinner's ready, honey!" he chirped. She grabbed the phone, her voice strained.