She Accepted His Ring, so I Signed the Divorce

Louie's POV

My wife brought me along to a gathering with childhood friends, and after a few drinks, they decided to play "house."

Harry Williamson slipped a ring onto her ring finger and jokingly asked if she wanted to marry him.

Despite being already married, my wife giggled and still said yes.

That night, after we got home, I quietly drafted the divorce papers.

When she saw them, she exploded. “You're divorcing me over a game?”

I nodded. “Yes. I want a divorce.”

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I never wanted to go to Tracy Kain-Clark’s little reunion in the first place.

“It’s just this once,” she said. “Harry’s finally back in the country, and everyone’s missed him.”

She wore me down with her sweet-talking. Eventually, I gave in.

The dinner was held in a private room at an upscale Italian restaurant. When we arrived, there were already five or six people there.

The moment Tracy walked in, the room lit up, and everyone surrounded her instantly.

“Tracy, Harry saved a seat just for you!”

One of the girls then pulled her away like I wasn’t even there.

At the head of the table sat Harry with his legs casually crossed, wearing a tailored shirt. His sleeves were also rolled up just enough to flash his luxury watch with a smug little smirk to go with it.

“Well, well, look at this. Our golden boy and elegant queen, reunited at last!”

“If Harry hadn’t gone overseas back then, their kid would be in middle school by now!”

As soon as that punch was dropped, the room erupted in laughter.

Tracy blushed and gave the girl a playful slap on the arm. But she didn’t deny it.

Seeing that, my fingers tightened around my glass.

Harry looked past Tracy and gave me the briefest glance.

But it was just that, because for the next two hours, I sat there like a ghost, invisible.

They, on the other hand, traded stories, laughing over memories I was never part of.

And every time the conversation turned to Harry and Tracy’s “childhood sweetheart saga,” someone would glance at me, then lean in and whisper.

Unfortunately for them, I could still hear them.

“Remember how in kindergarten, Tracy always had to be Harry’s bride when we played house? If she didn’t get to, she’d cry until she did.”

“How about in middle school, when Harry wrote her a love letter and the teacher caught him? As punishment, the teacher made him read it out loud to the whole class.”

“Don't forget about our senior prom when he ditched our class princess just to dance the first song with Tracy.”

Reminiscing about all that, Tracy laughed so hard that she was nearly in tears, chiming in with extra details, completely caught up in the nostalgia.

Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and excitement. Under the soft lights, she looked radiant, like a flower in full bloom.

Then someone said, “Why don’t we play house again, like we used to?”

Harry raised his glass. “Great idea.”

Everyone cheered, except me.

And just like that, the game began.

Harry pulled out a ring, got down on one knee in front of Tracy, and said, “Ms. Tracy Kain, will you marry me?”

For a second, the room went silent.

Then it exploded with screams, laughter, and whistles.

Contrary to them, I was frozen still as I watched my wife smile sweetly at another man and say, “I do.”

She even held out her left hand and let him slip the ring on her ring finger, outshining the diamond wedding ring I had given her.

And in that moment, I heard something inside me shatter.

As such, I stood up, causing the chair to scrape loudly against the floor.

With that noise, everyone turned to look at me, even Tracy, with their faces still lit with laughter.

“I’ll head out first. You all enjoy the rest of your night,” I said.

My voice sounded calm, surprising even me.

Frowning, Tracy asked, “What’s wrong, Louie?”