Henry's POV
Mary had truly moved on from me.
The massive jumbotron made it glaringly obvious—showing how Mary's face flushed as she closed her eyes and claimed Vance's lips with a genuine passion straight out of a romance movie. A genuine devotion she hadn't given me in a very long time.
CRACK.
My hockey stick snapped under my own unconscious grip.
Even the muscle relaxant pills I slipped into his drink last night couldn't take the bastard down. Instead, Vance stood tall out there, stealing my stage, wrecking my team's rhythm, and now... taking the only girl I just realized I still desperately wanted. The bitter reality that the door to Mary's heart was now firmly shut fueled a frustration that slowly darkened my sanity.
The moment the referee's whistle ended that sickening circus, I
