Gemotions

"More coffee?" Martha asked, her voice tight, a forced cheerfulness that grated on her nerves. She'd been irritable all day, a feeling that had only intensified since she found the account. It wasn't the money itself that bothered her, but the deception.

She watched her husband, Robert, across the kitchen table. He was reading the newspaper, oblivious, a serene smile playing on his lips. He seemed content, at peace, while she felt… restless. Like a caged bird.

She knew this secret account had been accumulating for years. She thought they shared everything. She’d even given up her career to help raise their children. A wave of resentment, a bitterness she hadn’t recognized before, washed over her. The coffee tasted bitter too.