But just as I was about to leave, my eye caught a glimpse of something Theron had carelessly discarded by the door.
It was the handmade fabric photo album I’d poured my heart into for our sixth anniversary, meticulously crafted over a month.
Yet, he had dismissed it as meaningless and carelessly tossed it aside, barely glancing at it.
I sighed, ready to shove the album into the cupboard. But as I swung open the door, a cascade of unopened boxes spilled out. They were all the carefully chosen couple’s keepsakes I’d picked out for us, each still wrapped in its original packaging, untouched and forgotten.
I was brimming with frustration as I snatched the trash bin and threw all the couple’s keepsakes into it.
After tossing out the garbage, I hailed a taxi and sped off to the address his friend had sent, feeling like I was racing against time.
As I drew closer to the private room, the laughter from inside wafted through the door like an unwelcome breeze, teasing me with the celebration I was about to crash.
"Theron lost again! Truth or dare? You didn’t throw the game just to cozy up to Lyra, did you?" his friend teased, laughing.