Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with a Saturday morning crowd. Michael was trying to relax, but he couldn't. He glanced at his phone, his jaw rigid. He'd been trying to finalize the deal all week, and he was already running late to meet his contact. He typed a quick text to his wife to explain he'd be held up, ready to explain his absence, but his fingers slipped. He clicked the name "Samantha" by accident. The message, intended for the client, read: "Let's make this happen. Very excited to see you later."

He felt a sudden chill, a cold knot forming in his stomach. Samantha, his wife’s best friend. He replayed the scene in his head. The awkwardness. The questions. He pictured his wife's face. He knew he was done for. He slowly closed his phone, feeling utterly defeated.