Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

“What games do you want to play?”

Seeing that the basket was full of game coins, Becky suddenly smiled. “I want to play all of them,” she said.

Becky had loved playing arcade games as a young girl and had often come to the arcade after school with Jessie and their friends.

They were so good at it that they often won heaps of tickets that they could exchange for prizes. The manager had become worried and allowed them to play the games for free under the condition that they couldn’t exchange the tickets for prizes.

Becky and Jessie had played the games for fun. They didn’t like the prizes very much, but they were of the opinion that it would be a waste if they gave them up even after winning fair and square.

They had agreed to the manager since they could play the games for free.

However, Becky’s visits to the arcade had drastically reduced once she had started university. And it had stopped altogether since she had married Rory.

The Casper family needed a gentle, considerate woman without habits like playing arcade games. To become a wife that met their standards, Becky hadn’t done a lot of things that she loved during her three-year-long marriage with Rory. She hadn’t played the drums, entered the arcade, or even visited her parents.

In hindsight, she thought of everything back then as ridiculous.

Becky was distracted by these thoughts, Devin raised his hands to cover her eyes and

Devin, but his hands remained over her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything. But she believed that

mind?” she asked

your eyes and play the role

“I don’t think that’s

do you know it’s not good?” Devin whispered in Becky’s ear. She could hear

his hands. He pulled Becky to

eyes again, this time with one hand, and pressed

“Are you ready, Becky?”

in which they could

drove out, hitting the guardrail beside the

monitored the collision. When Becky leaned forward at the impact, the inertia almost immediately pulled her

placed his chin on Becky’s shoulder, taking her by surprise. “You

turn the wheel, saying, “You are now in the middle of the road.