Gemotions

The constant secrecy, the furtive glances at his phone, the hushed conversations. The evidence, clear and undeniable, sat in her hand: a new, untraceable phone. A feeling like shards of glass under her skin began to form.

She went to his work. She pretended to be the client he'd been working on a project for, and she asked his boss questions about the details of his work, which she already knew, but she needed to check on. She made sure she acted very concerned. She then arranged a meeting with his boss, and made sure her suspicions were clear.

She later casually watched him receive a call from his boss. The man's face went white. She felt a small, almost imperceptible tremor of satisfaction. She smiled, though no one was near to see.