She Accepted His Ring, so I Signed the Divorce

Louie's POV

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed my coat and walked out of the room without looking back.

Behind me, I heard a few awkward coughs, followed by someone who deliberately raised their voice while saying, “Forget him. Let’s keep playing!”

The night air was sharp and cold as I stood on the curb, waiting for a taxi.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Tracy.

[Don’t ruin the night, okay? It was just a game.]

Even after reading that, I didn’t reply.

When I got home, I searched for a divorce agreement template online, printed it out, and signed my name at the bottom. Then I placed it right on the coffee table in plain sight.

After that, I sat on the couch, chain-smoking in silence.

It was almost 1 a.m. when Tracy finally came home.

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.

“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.

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?”