Bill’s POV No wonder Calvin wants to get out of Mom’s house. Aunt Claire and Doris are here. Calvin has always been an introvert. Dealing with gossip, especially the kind involving women, has never been his cup of tea. Meanwhile, I can handle it better than him. The women are already enjoying a
Serena’s POV Why does Elena always see me as the villain, no matter what I do? Angry, I slam the phone on the bed after hanging up on Bill. It lands with a muffled thud, bouncing twice on the soft duvet. Thankfully, it doesn't hit the floor and break. Bill's mom bad-mouthing me just makes me hate
Serena’s POV Three days after talking to Attorney Marquez, my phone beeps with an email while I'm making coffee. I see his name and slowly open it. "Divorce Proceedings: Initial Documents," I read to myself. "Seems Bill is finally going to realize that I'm serious about ending our marriage." I gr
Serena’s POV I'm surprised by how nice Doris is being to me all of a sudden. But then I realize, she's probably just pretending to be kind because everyone else is watching. In the break room, I watch Doris rummage through her stuff. She pulls out a clean, designer shirt with a fancy design and ha
Bill’s POV I have no clue where Serena is staying these days. Three days ago, I walked into my usually spotless house after the successful meeting with Johnson and Haines executives. The marble floors were shining and the elegant furniture and artwork stood out. But something was off - Serena, w
Serena’s POV “Serena, this is Sarah. Bill asked me to call you,” Sarah says as I answer her call. "Oh yeah? What does he want?" I reply, my tone nonchalant. Sarah, on the other end of the line, hesitates for a moment before responding, "I'm not sure, Serena. Maybe it's best if you and Bill talk
Serena’s POV I'm gasping for breath, sprawled on the hard concrete. My eyelids are clamped shut, trembling slightly. Every inch of my body throbs with the pain from the impact. The shock starts to fade, and I carefully open my eyes. As my eyes finally adjust, the blurry scene comes into focus. Bil
“Calvin, Bill's in the hospital. He needs surgery. I've signed the papers, but you should be here,” I explain hastily. "Oh my God, is he okay?” Calvin asks. "I don't know," I reply, my voice shaking. "They're taking him to surgery. Please hurry." "Hey, calm down, I'm on my way," Calvin reassure
Serena’s POVThe office feels quieter than usual. Maybe it’s the late hour or the fact that most people have already gone home. But as I glance across the room at Stevie, hunched over her laptop, I know something’s off.She’s always had a way of pushing through, of pretending everything’s fine when
Calvin’s POVFatherhood.The word keeps bouncing around my head, refusing to settle. It feels foreign, heavy. Like trying on a jacket that doesn’t fit but knowing you’re stuck wearing it anyway.I stare out the window of my office, watching the city buzz below. Cars honk. People hustle. Life moves o
Stevie’s POVI’m pacing my living room, muttering to myself like a lunatic.“Calvin, listen—no, that’s too polite.” I stop and shake my head, trying again. “Look, Calvin, I don’t owe you an explanation. That’s better. Straight to the point. No room for debate.”I glance at the mirror above my couch
Calvin’s POVI see her before she sees me.Stevie’s stepping out of the building, her bag slung over her shoulder, sunglasses perched on her nose. She looks like she’s trying to blend into the crowd, which is almost funny considering Stevie Malone doesn’t exactly do subtle.“Stevie,” I call, walking
Serena’s POVI spot Stevie slipping out of the ballroom as I’m finishing up a conversation with a PR exec. She moves quickly, almost like she’s trying not to be seen, but I know her too well. The slight wobble in her steps, the way she clutches her bag like it’s holding her together — it’s a dead gi
Stevie’s POVI shouldn’t have worn these heels.It’s the first thing I think as I step into the ballroom, my feet already protesting the dumb idea of combining sky-high stilettos and a body that feels like it’s actively rebelling against me. My stomach’s been on the verge of staging a full-blown mut
Bill’s POVSerena’s doing that thing again.The thing where she picks at her food but doesn’t actually eat it. She pushes the salad around her plate, stabbing a cherry tomato like it insulted her mother. I lean back in my chair, watching her, trying to figure out if this is work stress or something
Stevie’s POVI’m sitting on the edge of my bathtub, staring at a little stick on the counter like it’s a grenade about to go off. My hands are shaking. My heart feels like it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.It’s been three minutes.Three. Long. Fucking. Minutes.The instructions said that’
Calvin’s POVThe numbers don’t lie, but today, they feel like they’re mocking me. I’ve been staring at the same financial projections for twenty minutes, and not a single line of data is sticking. This is rare for me — unheard of, really. Usually, I could recite these reports backward in my sleep. B