Gemotions

He didn't eat. He couldn't. The food sat on the plate, untouched. David pushed it away. The calls, the lies, the broken trust – they gnawed at him. He knew he was the architect of his own misery.

He wandered through the house, each room echoing with unspoken recriminations. The living room, where they had celebrated their anniversary, the bedroom, where they had shared their most intimate moments. The thought of losing her was a physical ache.

He slumped onto the sofa, the plush cushions offering no comfort. He just sat, and waited. Waiting for the hammer to fall.