It was a photo from two weeks ago when Harry had just landed back in the country. There, she and Harry were at the airport café, her head resting on his shoulder, smiling like she belonged there.
Aside from the picture, I also showed her the call log from last weekend, which was over two hours long, in the middle of the night.
Lastly, tonight's photo of him holding her by the waist, their foreheads practically touching.
“These were just games, too?” I asked, voice calm but sharp. “Or is it our marriage that’s the game to you?”
Louie's POV
Instantly, Tracy’s expression changed. “You’ve been spying on me?”
“No,” I said calmly. “I’ve just stopped pretending not to see.”
She stared at me, her eyes blazing with fury, and exclaimed, “Fine! Don’t come crawling back later!”
She then grabbed her phone and quickly dialed a number.
“Harry, can you come pick me up?”
Her voice trembled, filled with fake vulnerability, as she asked that.
On the other end, I could hear Harry’s concerned voice asking if she was okay.
Tracy looked at me with a smug, defiant gaze while saying, “Louie, you still have time to change your mind.”