Serena’s POVWhy is Bill here? He hardly comes to the mall. Patty, Doris's mother, clears her throat and smiles at Bill. "Bill? I didn't expect to see you here. Is Doris with you?"Bill shakes his head. "I'm just browsing for some nice jewelry," Bill says. "How about you? You don't look like you're
Bill’s POVWhy do I get the feeling I've messed things up with Serena again? I'm just trying to help with her business, hoping we can get back together and move past everything that happened.But no, she's being stubborn as always, thinking I'm looking down on her.As Serena starts to turn away, I g
Bill’s POVAs I head back to my car, my mind replays the scene in Serena's shop over and over.I don't usually open up like this, but the truth is, I still love my ex-wife, and I'll do whatever it takes to win her back. Calvin doesn't stand a chance. It's clear to me that Serena still has feelings f
Serena’s POVIt's been several days since Bill walked into my shop and told me he still loves me. He really knows how to mess with my head, and he's aware of it.Right now, I’m focused on growing my business and keeping my baby healthy. I don’t want to stress myself thinking about him. But I’d lie i
Serena’s POVAs I step out of the clinic, the afternoon sun blinds me for a moment. Shielding my eyes, I start walking towards the bus stop. There's a man in the distance, someone familiar, but I can't quite place him from here.I pick up my pace, curious to get a better look at the guy. As I get cl
Serena’s POVI'm in the middle of the exhibition, surrounded by the most beautiful jewelry I've ever seen. Each piece seems to shine brighter than the last, from intricate bracelets to elegant necklaces. I'm drawn to a collection of artisan rings, each with its own unique design.Looking around at t
Serena’s POVI'm standing there, mouth slightly open, just staring at Calvin, completely taken by surprise. I can't find the words; they're lost in the shock and the quick beats of my heart. I blink a few times, trying to make sense of what he's just said.Deep down, part of me guessed he might conf
Serena’s POV"Haven't you done enough with your stupid TikTok video already?" Doris snaps.I scoff. "And what exactly did I do?" I ask. "I'm just telling my side of the story."Doris crosses her arms and levels me with a challenging look. “You can’t fool me. You just love grabbing all the attention,
Calvin’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m reviewing a financial report in my office. It’s Serena, and I can tell immediately from her clipped tone that something’s off.“Calvin, we have a situation,” she says, not bothering with pleasantries.I lean back in my chair, setting the report aside. “What
Serena’s POVI tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white.“Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director
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