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“This is not Evie’s fault. It was because of greed that I forced her to marry me. Unfortunately, I cannot be her husband. I am more monster than man.”
“Forced her?”
“I agreed to marry Keir,” Evie spoke up.
“And do you think he is a monster?”
Evie looked over at me. “No. He is an honorable man.”
“Do you care for Mrs. Wilson?” the judge asked me point blank.
“Yes, I care for her deeply. That is why we must divorce.”
“And from what I understand, you never had a pre-nuptial agreement.”
“No, your Ladyship,” I said. “We did not.”
“You know she is entitled to half your estate?”
“Yes, your Ladyship.”
“I don’t want any of his money. This is not about money,” Evie interjected.
“I’m prepared to offer Evie a settlement of twenty million dollars. I would never leave her without some type of compensation.”
“I don’t want your money. I won’t accept it.”
“You know, Mr. Wilson, you come in here thinking you are above the rules asking for a divorce and wanting it now. The thing is, I’m not going to grant it to you. I think you two really care for each other. There are no signs of unreasonable behavior. No claims of adultery. You are more than welcome to apply for separation, and if in a year you still want to divorce, I will grant it to you then. During this time, you will be responsible for all of her upkeep.”
“No,” Evie cried. “Please, your Ladyship.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Wilson. My decision is final.” And with that, the judge got up and left.
“We can appeal,” John said to Evie, putting a hand on her back as we left.
“Without a real reason, it would never go through. I’ll file for the separation,” Alan said, holding the courtroom door open. “That is our only option. You can live separate lives, and in a year, we will refile.”
“I’m so sorry, Evie,” I said. “I never thought this would happen.”
She shook her head, and tears formed in her eyes. “What am I going to do now?”
Mac met us in the hallway. “The media is swarming outside.”
“How do they even know that we’re here?” I asked. This nightmare was getting worse.
“I’ll go and pull the car around to the front,” Alan said.
“Wilson,” a voice called out to me. I turned and saw Sir Leonard seated on a bench.
“Bloody hell,” I said. “I should have known you were behind this. Do you know Patricia Mays? Is she in your pocket?”
“I don’t,” he said, standing up. “But I’m not surprised that you are divorcing.”
“Well, you’ll be pleased to know we’re not. It wasn’t granted.”
“That’s not why I’m here,” he said, pulling me to the side. “You need to call the Circle of Kings together.”
My concern was piqued. We rarely met more than once a year. “Why?”
