Gemotions

A slow, satisfied smile unfurled across his face as he leaned back in his chair. John had spent hours sifting through the phone bill, a tedious process that had finally paid off. The repeated calls to a specific number, the secretive nature of the conversations, all pointed to one undeniable conclusion. He wasn't merely suspicious. He was correct.

He felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. The knowledge was a potent elixir, washing away the doubt and anxiety that had plagued him. He drummed his fingers on the desk, a silent, rhythmic celebration of his shrewdness.

He had expected to feel heartbroken, and instead, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of power. Time to make his next move.