Croft POV
I swiped to answer the call.
“Croft Alistair,” I said sharply.
A high-pitched, mocking, laugh spilled through the speaker.
“Crofty!” she called my name.
It was my ex wife, Precious.
“Oh my God, darling, I just saw the news!!!.” She exclaimed. “I didn’t know today was the big day,” she said giggling like someone watching a comedy show. “You didn’t invite me to your wedding. I’m offended.”
This… witch did allow me to reply she kept talking, completely thrilled.
“As I understand, things didn’t go quite as planned. Poor Jennifer. Poor Croft. Such… tragedy,” she said.
The laugh that followed sliced through me, a slow, cruel sound dripping with satisfaction.
“You sound amused,” I said.
“Oh, I am,” she said. “A wedding ruined so spectacularly? Blood everywhere? A sister d
