Gemotions

The small, leather-bound notebook was tucked away at the bottom of the drawer. Inside, meticulous records, all in her husband’s handwriting. Dates, amounts, investments. He had been quietly accumulating wealth, while she juggled bills and worried about their future. A bitter taste filled her mouth.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. She stood in the middle of their bedroom, the notebook clutched in her hand, feeling the weight of the deception. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. He always said they couldn't afford… everything. And all the while, he was secretly building a fortune.

She heard the sound of the front door opening. He was home. Her heart began to pound against her ribs. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. She had questions, and she deserved answers. She held the notebook up, ready.