Gemotions

He had always been the practical one, the financial planner. The voice of reason. Now she stared at the spreadsheet, a neat, organized testament to his duplicity. She felt a profound sense of… disappointment. And a strange, unbidden smile.

She went to the bedroom and pulled open her closet. She pulled out the receipts. New shoes. A designer handbag. The necklace she’d always wanted. She put them all back and sat on the edge of the bed. She had wanted to talk to him about a new life. About leaving.

She sighed and got to her feet. She would walk to the garden. She’d always wanted to get a pool. She walked out of the house, and headed to the car.