Soren's Pov
"What do you want?" I asked, the words clipped and cold as I stepped out of my office. I adjusted my coat, my strides long and purposeful as I made my way toward the private garage.
Marie sighed dramatically from the other end of the call. "You've finally decided to speak to me. After a year of marriage, my husband finally calls me."
"I'm not your husband," I stated flatly, pulling my keys from my pocket. The metallic jingle was sharp in the quiet hallway. "Never have been, never will be." I unlocked the car door with a soft click and slid into the driver's seat. "That wedding was a political mistake. Stop clinging to some delusional fairytale, sign the divorce papers, and leave me alone."
"I'm not signing a thing, Soren. I love you. If that isn't enough for you, then I don't know what is."
