Gemotions

The envelope felt strangely heavy in her hand. Inside, the bank statement. A secret account. *His* secret account. Her hands were shaking so badly, she could barely hold the paper. She sank down onto the couch, the cushions offering little comfort.

Her vision blurred. She felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in her chest, as if someone had just punched her. She thought about the things they'd talked about, the future they'd planned together, the shared dreams that were now…tainted.

A wave of nausea washed over her. She buried her face in her hands, trying to calm her racing pulse. She needed to understand. She had to.