Thor Cressors.
"Are you not going to ask me to come back to the castle? You have houses everywhere—in the city, in the damn world. Why are you still in the castle when your wife isn’t here?" Rita cackles in the speaker.
I don’t answer.
For one, I have divorce papers sitting right in front of me. Two hours from now, they’ll be in her hands. I think I made myself clear—I won’t have dead weight dragging me down. This marriage was supposed to elevate me, take me to the heights I deserved, and yet here I am, in mud. I glance at the papers again. My lawyer dropped them off this morning, neatly stacked, signed where necessary. It’s why I didn’t bother stopping Serayah when she sent Rita out of the house. They’ve made it easy for me.
"Thor, are you listening?"
I exhale as response.
"My fath
