Gemotions

He walked through the house, the polished wooden floors reflecting the weak sunlight. He had just found the safe, cleverly concealed behind a tapestry in their bedroom. He knew the combination; he had watched her. His insides churned.

He opened the safe, revealing stacks of cash and a thick file of documents. The numbers, the dates, the names - a web of deceit that stretched back for years. A bitter taste coated his tongue.

He wandered through the rooms, each one filled with memories that now felt tarnished. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, and he was struggling to find his footing. He didn't know where to go, or what to do.