“Honey…” she purred, patting the empty spot beside her with a soft, sultry smile.
I toweled off my hair, walked to the closet, pulled out a clean set of pajamas, and put them on.
“Don’t bother. Get some rest. I’ll be sleeping in the study tonight.”
After hearing what I'd said, her smile faltered. Panic then flickered across her face, then turned to anger.
“What do you even want from me?” she snapped. “I already apologized. What else do you want me to do?”
“You don’t need to do anything,” I said without looking back. “The only thing left between us is divorce.”
She sat up straight, chest rising and falling with fury. “Don’t push it, Louie! I’ve already humbled myself to please you. What, do you want me to get down on my knees and beg?”
I stopped walking and turned to face her, my eyes cold. “You really think this is about you trying to please me? Tracy, you still don’t get it.”
“Get what?” she scoffed. “It was just a stupid game! You’re blowing this way out of proportion!”
“Am I really blowing it out of proportion?”
I then pulled out my phone and swiped through the photos one by one, showing them to her.