Gemotions

The glow from the laptop screen cast a sickly yellow hue on David’s face as he scrolled through the account details. He'd found the hidden file on his wife, Emily’s, computer. The numbers spun, each digit a tiny pinprick against his composure. He slumped back in the chair, a wave of nausea washing over him.

He pictured their recent conversations. Emily's casual mentions of saving. He hadn’t thought anything of it. Now, the words echoed in his mind, laced with an unsettling new meaning. He felt a sudden, profound distrust. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the desk, his hand trembling.