Donald's POV
The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “Why did you divorce Sophia?” My father’s words echoed in the cavernous silence. Each word felt like a precise accusation. My mind raced, frantically searching for an escape, a diversion, anything to sidestep this direct interrogation. He was relentless, and I remember he didn't take no for an answer. He’d always been good at dissecting situations, at getting to the heart of the matter, and I knew, with a sickening certainty, that he wouldn’t let this go.
“It’s… complicated, Dad,” I began, my voice deliberately casual, trying to deflect. “Business has been incredibly demanding. A lot of personal matters have had to take a backseat.” I managed a weak, forced smile, hoping it conveyed a sense of weary preoccupation rather t
