Gemotions

He stood on the balcony, the city lights blurring through a haze of unshed tears. The air was cold, biting against his skin. He clutched the bank statement, the paper crinkling in his sweaty hand.

His wife, Jessica, had always been meticulously organised, always in control. Now, he felt as if his world had tilted on its axis. The account, a secret for years, a nest egg built without his knowledge.

He felt a deep sense of betrayal, like he had been living in a carefully constructed illusion. He looked down at the street below, the cars and people distant, unreal. He wanted to scream, to shatter the silence.