And in that moment, I heard something inside me shatter.
As such, I stood up, causing the chair to scrape loudly against the floor.
With that noise, everyone turned to look at me, even Tracy, with their faces still lit with laughter.
“I’ll head out first. You all enjoy the rest of your night,” I said.
My voice sounded calm, surprising even me.
Frowning, Tracy asked, “What’s wrong, Louie?”
Louie's POV
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed my coat and walked out of the room without looking back.
Behind me, I heard a few awkward coughs, followed by someone who deliberately raised their voice while saying, “Forget him. Let’s keep playing!”
The night air was sharp and cold as I stood on the curb, waiting for a taxi.
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Tracy.
[Don’t ruin the night, okay? It was just a game.]
Even after reading that, I didn’t reply.
When I got home, I searched for a divorce agreement template online, printed it out, and signed my name at the bottom. Then I placed it right on the coffee table in plain sight.
After that, I sat on the couch, chain-smoking in silence.
It was almost 1 a.m. when Tracy finally came home.