One of the last photos showed the two of them looking at each other, laughing at something only they seemed to understand. It was intimate. It was complicit. It was unacceptable.

Thor snatched that photo and, with a brutal movement, crushed it in his fist.

“You damn bitch,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.

The silence in the office was heavy, almost tangible. He leaned back in his chair, dropping the envelope onto the desk, and dragged his hands down his face as though he could peel off