I desperately tried to cover up, wanting to speak for him, to say that things weren't as they seemed.
However, before I could say anything, Tracy tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Frank froze for a moment but didn't push her away.
That was when I knew it was over between us.
Now, seeing him angry, I felt no waves of emotion, only a slight urge to laugh.
"Since we can't stand each other now, there's no point in holding on to it. Let's not waste each other's time," I said, feeling incredibly relieved.
Last month, when our parents met, they suggested we get the marriage certificate before the wedding.
But I insisted on having the wedding first, so even if we broke up now, there wouldn't be any legal or property disputes.
I rummaged through my bag and handed over the keys to his house. "I've already moved out my things. If anything's left, just throw it away. Here are the keys."
Frank didn't take them, he was angry.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. The caller ID showed Tracy's name clearly.
He hesitated a bit, then looked up at me.
Being close, I could see the name flashing on his phone screen.
"Answer it. Maybe she needs something from you."