Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Daniel's back as he stared at the online bank account summary. Sarah, his wife, the free spirit who claimed to live on a shoestring budget, possessed a secret fortune. A dizzying wave of nausea washed over him. He felt as though the very air had become thick and heavy.

He had just cooked dinner when Sarah sauntered in, humming. "Smells delicious, honey!" she exclaimed, throwing her bag on the table. He barely managed a weak smile. He pointed to the laptop screen, which still displayed the account balance.

Her jaw dropped. She turned pale, a hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, God," she whispered, her voice barely audible.