Gemotions

The small, leather-bound notebook felt heavy in his hands. He’d found it tucked away in the back of a drawer, a secret diary of sorts. Inside, neat handwriting detailed expenses, investments, and a hidden savings account. The numbers were large. He felt a chill despite the warmth of the room. This was not the woman he thought he knew.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the notebook open in his lap, the pages filled with his wife, Jessica's, meticulous handwriting. He felt a pressure in his chest, a tightness he couldn't quite name.

He’d known her for years. The woman was an enigma. He’d never known the real Jessica. His hands shook as he closed the notebook.