Serena’s POVAs I go out of Bill’s hospital room, I bump into Doctor Henderson while looking at his clipboard.He looks up and smiles when he sees me. “Serena,” he calls. "Has Bill regained consciousness yet?""Bill just woke up," I reply. "Thanks for everything, Dr. Henderson.""That's great to hea
"What is this?" I ask."Well, open it," Calvin says.I pull a box from the paper bag. It's a fancy Cartier box, dark red with gold edges. I open it and see a beautiful jade necklace inside. The jade is a deep green, and the design is simple but elegant."Calvin, this is too much. I can't take this,"
Serena’s POV“You’re an asshole, Bill,” I say with a straight face. I can feel my face getting hot, but I don't let any emotions show. He's acting like his old self, trying to provoke me with his words. But I can play that game too.I scoff at his comment. "So, what if I have a sugar daddy?" I shoo
Serena’s POVHalfway out of the hospital, I remember that Calvin's gift is still in Bill's room. But I can't go back, not after Bill degraded me.I can already see it. If I go back for the gift, Bill will probably hurl more insults about me trying to seduce his uncle. He didn't even let me explain t
Serena’s POVI never realized just how much I'd drifted from my old life after marrying Bill, until bumping into Stevie between the cereal and coffee at the grocery store.I'm halfway down the coffee aisle when I spot her. Stevie, looking just like she did back in our college days, is checking her p
Serena’s POVStevie waits outside the stall as I puke my guts out in the toilet.I hear a gentle knock on the door. "Do you need any help? I can hold your hair back if you want," Stevie offers."No, it's alright," I reply. "I've got this. I've had plenty of practice."After I'm done, I wipe my mouth
Dad's eyes light up with the question. "Well, your mom's really turned the garden into something special, and her cooking, as you know, is better than ever," he says with a proud glance at Mom."And believe it or not," Mom chimes in with a chuckle, "your dad's been joining me in aerobics classes eve
Serena’s POVI just stare at my phone for a couple of minutes, wondering, "Why on earth is Bill calling me now?"Seeing the puzzled look on my face, Mom leans in with concern. "What's wrong, dear? Who's calling you?""Oh, it's just my friend, Stevie. She's probably checking if I got here safely," I
Calvin’s POVI’ve been staring at her address on my phone for ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to get out of the car. It’s ridiculous. I’ve faced down corporate takeovers and boardroom ambushes without flinching, but this? This feels harder.Stevie’s apartment building looms in front of me
Bill’s POVThe sound of waves crashing against the shore is a far cry from the usual buzz of our daily lives. No conference calls, no meetings, no tantrums over spilled cereal. Just the ocean, the wind, and Collin’s laughter as he runs across the sand, a kite string gripped tightly in his little han
Calvin’s POVThe waiting room at Stevie’s doctor’s office isn’t anything like I expected. It’s bright and cheerful, with pastel walls and outdated parenting magazines scattered across the coffee tables. A little kid toddles past me, clutching a stuffed giraffe, while his mom trails behind him with a
Serena’s POVStevie’s apartment smells like fresh paint and coffee, an oddly comforting combination that suits her. The space is small, cluttered with photography equipment and stacks of unopened baby gear, but it feels like her. It’s messy and lived-in, nothing like Calvin’s sterile penthouse.I kn
Calvin’s POVThe penthouse feels bigger now, emptier. It’s strange how silence can take up so much space, filling every corner and amplifying the absence of things you didn’t realize you depended on.Stevie’s laughter used to echo in this place, sharp and unfiltered, bouncing off the marble floors l
Serena’s POVThe room hums with energy, the kind of buzz that comes from a carefully curated crowd of media, industry insiders, and investors. Cameras flash as I step onto the stage, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The Etoile de Collin logo glows behind me, larger than life, and for a
Stevie’s POVThe smell of my old apartment hits me as soon as I walk in — a mix of stale coffee, forgotten photo chemicals, and the faintest whiff of lavender from a candle I never finished burning. It’s not the penthouse, that’s for damn sure. No floor-to-ceiling windows or marble countertops here
Serena’s POVThe soft morning light filters through the kitchen windows as I stare down at my cup of tea. Bill is standing across from me, obliviously humming some tune while buttering a slice of toast. He looks so relaxed, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I’m over here trying not to sp
Stevie’s POVThe magazine is on the coffee table, taunting me like it knows it hit a nerve.The headline? Calvin Lancaster’s Baby Mama: Meet the Woman Who Stole the Billionaire’s Heart.The article? A mix of lies, half-truths, and one semi-decent photo of me that I’m 90% sure they pulled from Calvin