Gemotions

The digital receipt from the stock brokerage was burning a hole in Emily’s pocket. Her husband, Robert, had never mentioned anything about investing, let alone the impressive sum he’d amassed. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a feeling of betrayal that made her want to run.

She bumped into him at the grocery store, and his casual greeting felt like a deliberate act of deception. She clutched the receipt tightly, her knuckles white.

“How was your day, darling?” he asked, oblivious. She couldn’t bring herself to answer. She just walked away, her heart hammering against her ribs.