All Chapters of The Cure Is you: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

°SERENA° I was about to ask Adrian why the women from his past always made such dramatic entrances into his life—and demand to know who this infuriating woman was. But before I could, she bolted past me with lightning speed, snatching the flowers from his hands and hugging him as if she owned him. Why the hell aren’t you pushing her away, huh? "I really missed you, Addy," she said, her voice dripping with honey. Addy? I openly scowled at that shitty nickname. "What are you doing here, Cassandra?" Adrian’s voice cut through the room, sharp and cold. But he could do better. She tilted her head, smiling as if he hadn’t just snapped at her. "I’m here for you." Wow. If she’s here for him, then what the hell am I here for? "What the fuck are you talking about?" Adrian snapped, finally pushing her away. "Adrian, I’m back, and we love each—" "That was five years ago," he cut her off, his voice deadly, daring her to deny it. So she wasn’t lying when she said she wa

°SERENA° I heard his footsteps before his voice. "Serena, come out." I yanked the blanket over my head. Nope. Not happening. After the way he had practically told me I was nothing, why did he suddenly have time for me? "I don’t want to," I muttered, staring at the ceiling. My voice sounded flat, drained. Good. Maybe he’d take the hint and walk away. Silence. For a moment, I thought—finally, some peace. But then— "Come out and eat." Oh. Now he cared if I ate? A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it down. How convenient. Where was this sudden concern when he decided to let his ex move into our house? "Why don’t you call your fiancée?" I snapped. Petty? Maybe. Deserved? Absolutely. A pause. Then, his voice, calm as ever, like I hadn’t just thrown a knife at him: "She isn’t my fiancée." Oh, right. "Your lover, then." "No." Liar. "So why do you still remember me, then?" The words just... slipped out. And the second they did, I wished I could s

°SERENA° Evening had settled in, and Tim barely waited for me to shut the door before speeding off. I really needed to talk to Adrian about this. Earlier, it was fine—Tim wasn’t going anywhere. But now? He was driving over half an hour just to drop me off. Yeah, no. That’s weird. Too weird. I sighed. There was already too much I had to talk to Adrian about. "I will tell you when the time is right." What does that even mean? Right for whom? Because for me, the right time was yesterday. Actually, scratch that—the right time was the exact second he decided to keep something from me. Annoyed, I shook my head and twisted the key into the lock—only for it to stop halfway. Locked. From the inside. What the—? Confusion hit first. Then irritation. And then? Full-blown, what-the-actual-hell kind of anger. Why would she lock the door? That show-off woman—who does she think she is? Queen of the house? Because I have news for her: that title belongs to me. Grinding my teet

°CASSANDRA° "I am trying! What the hell else do you want me to do?" I snapped into the phone, my voice raw, cracking under the weight of my frustration. My fingers dug into my palm, my nails biting deep enough to leave crescent-shaped wounds. "Try harder," the voice on the other end spat, cold and merciless. "Or do you need another reminder of what’s at stake?" A chill crawled down my spine, its icy fingers wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched. "Don't," I whispered, my voice barely a sound. "Then do as you're told." I shut my eyes, shaking my head violently. "She won’t believe me! No matter what I say, no matter how much I push her, she won’t believe me!" My voice cracked, a raw wound splitting open. "She’s too damn blind, too lost in him!" "Then make her see." Their tone was slow, deliberate, cruel. "Unless, of course, you’d rather have me remind your son why his mother can’t protect him." Everything inside me stilled. My stomach twisted so violently I though

°ADRIAN° I left the house early in the morning. I don’t know what else to do. Two days ago, my life was exactly as I planned. Now, out of nowhere, everything is spiraling out of control. I have a son. A damn son. One I had no idea about. And the worst part? I don’t even know where he is. Cassandra didn’t give me much—just dropped the bombshell and handed me a worn-out photo. An old, faded image of a boy who’s supposed to be mine. Her words still echo in my head, taunting me, daring me to unravel the truth. I promised her I’d bring him back. But how? How does any of this work? What will Serena feel when she finds out? Will she accept him? I inhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. Fuck, I have no idea. Right then, my phone buzzes. Fred’s name flashes on the screen. He’s the one tracking the kid since I dropped the news on them last night. He’s good—one of the best. And it helps that Cassandra was careless enough to apply here. We already had enough i