Lauretta's POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the thick curtains, but the brightness only made me more irritated.
I sat at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the folded divorce papers lying on the table. Raymond still hadn't signed them. He was dragging things out, probably thinking I would give up and disappear again.
How pathetic and naive.
I clenched my jaw as I reached for the glass of water beside me, my hand trembling slightly. I hadn't slept well all night because of too many thoughts and that godforsaken son of mine who refused to listen.
Kendrick, who is supposed to be my pawn, is the one ruining my plans with his stupidity.
My own flesh and blood, yet he was completely useless when it came to understanding what was best for this family.
He had grown too bold and too self-righteous. I thought he would be easier to manipulate with a few tears and a few stories about being lost and alone, I thought his cold heart would melt.
