Gemotions

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows. Henry sat in his study, the faint scent of old books filling the air. He stared at the statement, the details of the secret account blurring before his eyes.

He thought of their life together, all the years, all the milestones. He had believed their bond unbreakable. This discovery felt like a fracture, splitting his world in two.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble. His gaze drifted to the portrait of her, Maria, on the wall. A small smile played on her lips. He found himself questioning everything. He had always believed in the truth, but what if he had never known it?