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 POV"I swear to God, this man is still obsessed with you," Stevie says. Her voice is seeping with anger as she steps on the gas.As she speeds up, I start to feel anxious, especially because I’m thinking about the baby. “Stevie, please slow down,” I say, my voice filled with concern. “We ne
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