Gemotions

He’d found the bank statement tucked behind a faded photograph of their wedding day, the numbers swimming before his eyes. A savings account, untouched for years, filled with sums he’d never even dreamed of. A flush spread across his cheeks, a simmering anger he usually kept under wraps. This was his chance to break free.

"Sarah," he called out, his voice sharp and resonant, echoing throughout the house. He felt a surge of energy, a coiled spring ready to release. He had planned to make a proposal later this week. He had already purchased the ring.

When she came into the living room, he held the paper up, the glare in his eyes cutting through the soft lamplight. "What is *this*?"

She froze, her hand still resting on the doorknob. Her face went pale, her smile wavering. He felt a deep surge of triumph. The look on her face was all he needed.