All eyes in the room landed on me. Even the karaoke girl who had just arrived covered her mouth and giggled.
"Alright, place your bets! I bet she'll regret it before walking out the door."
"I'll put a million on her not leaving!"
"I'll match thirty!"
The bet about whether I would divorce or not was a common thing on every wedding anniversary.
Many people hated me when they lost and didn't necessarily like me when they won.
I chuckled and shook my head, cursing myself for being useless. It's been ten years since I decided to leave Silas.
"I bet on divorce!"
A low voice came from the crowd and everyone else persuaded him not to overthink. I looked over but couldn't see the figure clearly.
"Silas, I'll mail the divorce agreement to your company. Remember to sign it when you receive it."
I had said "divorce" hundreds of times, but this was the first time I'd mentioned a divorce agreement.
Silas straightened up, the cigarette butt in his hand falling to the ground.
I acted like I didn't see it. I crouched down, removed my heels and gently set them by the girl's feet.
Her name was Sue Larson. She was in her early twenties and very beautiful.