Gemotions

The melody of the music, usually a comfort, grated on Eleanor's ears. She sat in the dimly lit living room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. She'd found the phone bill, the evidence of calls she knew were clandestine. Her faith had been shattered.

She picked at the corner of the rug, her fingers trembling. A wave of nausea washed over her. The room began to spin. She felt a profound sense of isolation, even within her own home. The betrayal cut deep, a wound that seemed impossible to heal.

He walked in, looking at her. "What's wrong?" he asked. She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She couldn't speak, could only shake her head, the truth too painful to utter.