She kicked off her heels, reeking of alcohol, and muttered, “You’re still—”
But then, she trailed off when she saw the papers.
“What is this?” she asked, then grabbed the sheets, and her eyes widened. “A divorce agreement? Louie, have you lost your mind?”
I looked at her calmly. “No. I’ve never been clearer.”
“You’re divorcing me over a game?” she snapped. Her voice rose, and the papers shook in her hands. “Do you have any idea how childish and ridiculous this is?”
Instead of arguing with her, I simply handed her a pen and said, “Just sign it.”
But then, she gripped my arm, her nails digging into my skin. “Louie, it really was just a game. That’s how we’ve always played since we were kids!”
I paused, locking eyes with her. “Tracy, you’re my wife. At least for now. Because marriage comes with boundaries.”
I then pulled my arm free and headed to the bathroom.
When I came out, she had changed into a black lace lingerie set and was half-reclining on the bed, the soft light casting shadows over her curves. Her eyes were also filled with calculated charm.
If this were before, I might have lost control, pulled her into my arms, and surrendered to the moment.
But now? I felt nothing but disgust.