Bill’s POVDoctor Henderson returns to Serena's room to conduct some tests that can be performed while she's unconscious. He starts with a neurological assessment, gently checking her reflexes with a small hammer and observing her responses. Even in her sleep, the body's involuntary reactions can of
Serena’s POVI stretch out my arm, the camera feeling almost weightless in my grasp, as I find him in the viewfinder—the boy with eyes as deep and blue as the ocean, and hair that glints like golden strands under the sun. "Smile to the camera, honey," I coax. "Alright, mommy," he says with a smile.
Serena’s POV"I don't think we need to talk about this, Bill," I say, trying to keep my voice steady and dismissive. "But okay, what's this about?" I ask, pretending I'm not worried. But the truth is, I’m scared Bill will threaten to take my child away from me. After all, he has all the means to do
Serena’s POV"Don't be like this, Serena," Bill says, sounding frustrated. "You can't keep me away from my child's life."As I look at Bill, I see the determination on his face. His eyes are intense, almost pleading, and his jaw is set in a way that tells me he's not going to back down easily. It's
Serena’s POVAfter two days in the hospital, I'm finally getting discharged. I'm waiting by the entrance, a small bag of personal items by my feet, when I see Stevie's car pull up.Stevie jumps out of the driver's side, her energy like a burst of fresh air. "Freedom at last!" she exclaims, her smile
Serena’s POVMarjorie and I sit down to talk about the possibility of us working together. I can't help but feel excited about the whole thing. Stevie comes over with coffee for us all a few minutes later."So, I came here a few days ago and you weren’t here," Marjorie begins. “Stevie mentioned you
Serena’s POVAs Marjorie leaves, Stevie and I turn to each other, both breaking into big grins. "This is insane, right?" I burst out, the thrill of the moment making my heart race.Stevie bounces on her heels. “I know! I still can’t believe it,” she says. “We're going to rock that fashion show!"I l
Serena’s POVWhen we were married, Bill never gave me flowers. I thought he held a grudge, believing I had tricked him into marrying me.Bill glances at Stevie and says, "Relax, I just want to give these flowers to Serena." Then, turning to me, he adds, "Pink tulips, your favorite."Seeing the tulip
Serena’s POVThe kitchen table is a disaster zone. Wedding magazines are piled high, ready to topple over at the slightest nudge. Fabric swatches are scattered everywhere like pastel confetti, and sticky notes are plastered all over, each one screaming something I still need to deal with. My laptop
Bill’s POVThe elevator ride to our suite feels longer than usual, but I’m not complaining. Serena leans into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the back of my hand. Her engagement ring catches the soft glow of the elevator lights, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how I got lucky en
Serena’s POVBy the time we return to the hotel, Collin is completely worn out. I tuck him into his crib, brushing his hair back as he mumbles sleepily. His tiny chest rises and falls, his face relaxed in a way that only toddlers can manage.When I step out of the room, Bill is waiting for me, a mis
Serena’s POVThe morning is cool, and the light spilling through the trees casts a golden hue on everything. We’re sitting at this small café by the canal, the kind of place that’s almost too picturesque to believe — flower pots on the tables, cobblestones underfoot, and the faint sound of water lap
Serena’s POVMariah Johnson sits across from me, her eyes wide with admiration as she flips through her notes. The studio for Luxe Perspectives is bright and modern, the kind of place where creativity feels like it’s floating in the air. The interview has gone on for over an hour, but Mariah’s energ
Bill’s POVThe room is silent as the jury files in, their expressions solemn. I sit straight, keeping my focus on them, my heart pounding despite the steady mask I’ve worn all day. Beside me, Serena sits just as tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I glance at her briefly, giving her a small
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh
Serena’s POVEvan Carter steps up to the stand, his posture rigid but his face set with a kind of quiet determination. He’s nervous — I can see it in the way his hands grip the edges of the chair, his knuckles white — but he doesn’t hesitate when the prosecutor starts her questioning.“Mr. Carter,”
Serena’s POVThe courtroom feels like it’s holding its breath. Kevin sits across the room, calm and collected, as if he isn’t facing the weight of his crimes being read aloud. Arson. Money laundering. Drug trafficking. Arms dealing. Conspiracy. Each charge is like a hammer falling, but Kevin doesn’t