Gemotions

He had always been so careful, Thomas. A penny pincher, a saver. But this? A separate account, brimming with cash she never knew existed. Sarah’s palms began to sweat. She paced the living room, the Persian rug feeling uneven beneath her feet.

She kept replaying the last argument, the one about the new car. He’d said they couldn’t afford it. Now, it felt like a deliberate lie. Anger prickled at the back of her throat. Maybe he was planning something she didn't know about. A new life? Another woman? The thoughts swirled, dark and unwelcome.