“It’s just a game! Anyone who takes it seriously is an idiot!”
She laughed, he made noises, and their friends cheered, phones flashing.
That was it. My glass shattered against the floor. The room fell silent.
I stood, my voice low and sharp.
“Want something more exciting? I’ll give you excitement.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed.
“Hello, officer? There’s a mob here…”
Cassandra lunged, trying to snatch the phone.
“Gareth, are you insane? It’s just a game!”
Her friend’s hand was still resting on her pregnant belly. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart. I laughed bitterly.
“Tell me, Cassandra—how will you explain this to our child? That his mother couldn’t control herself, begged her male best friend for comfort, and his father was just a blind fool?”
Her expression hardened. She shoved Tristan behind her.
“You’ve gone too far! I told you—it was a game!”
A game? If that’s a game, I want no part of it.
I turned to leave. She grabbed my wrist.
“My friends threw this party to celebrate my pregnancy. As the father, why do you have to ruin it?”
My friends. My friends. Always her friends.
“Slap!”
My palm cracked against her cheek. The room went still.