It's the Whitmores

Serena's POV

“What do you think you're doing here, Serena?” Camille yelled angrily as she grabbed the duvet over her. “Are you back to beg?”

Adrian put his briefs back on and walked over to me, running his hands through his hair. “Didn't I tell you, you can't do without me, Serena. You have no place to go.”

I handed him the divorce paper quickly, pushing back any urge to scream. “Sign it.”

He looked surprised at first. “How could you go to the court under the heavy snow? Do you want to lose the pregnancy?”

“Why do you sound like you care for me, Adrian? Does it matter how I managed to get the divorce?”

“Sign it and let's be done with this.” I ended.

He stared at me, an unexplainable feeling appeared in his eyes.

Camille came from behind, placing her hand on his chest and leaning on his shoulder.

“Just sign it quickly, babe. She only came back to see if you could take her back.”

“No. I came back to get his signature so there would be no more connection between us.” I replied. “The faster he signs it the better it will be for us.”

“I hope this is not some quack plan of yours to extort my money under some plot of alimony?” He probed.

I laughed. “Why are you wasting time to sign the documents, Adrian? I have already made it clear that I don't want your money.”

“Where are you going to stay, then?” He demanded. “Your parents died a long time ago. You don't have any relative. How do you think you can cope?” 

He paused and continued, “When you eventually lose the child in your womb, you'll need money to take care of yourself.”

“Mr Whitmore, you don't have to worry about me or my child. Just sign the document.”

“Let me warn you, Serena. If you think you can come crawling back after this divorce, you're mistaken. You need to think with a clear head now.”

“Clear head? This is the goddamn best decision I've ever made in my life. I'll be rid of a heartless husband and a foolish father for my child.”

“How dare you!” Camille raised her hand but Adrian stopped her.

“It's fine. Let her be. She will regret this.” He concluded before signing the paper.

“You'll need to come with to get your copy.” I told him. 

“I'll be right down.”

“I'll be taking a cab. Meet me there.” I called over as I walked away with the divorce paper in my hand.

I could feel his gaze burning on my back but I did not look back. He will regret ever betraying the love we shared, and replacing me with another woman after everything I did for him.

The drive back to the court was not long. Thankfully, we did not spend much time since he arrived almost immediately.

After a few minutes the divorce certificates were handed to both of us.

“Sir, madam, here are the divorce certificates.”

“Thank you.” I took mine and was about leaving when I felt a grip on my arm.

I pulled away, “Don't touch me!”

“Why won't you listen to me and just think it through? I know you're mad at me but I had no choice. There was no hope for us in the future.”

“Don't you think it's too late for an explanation now, Adrian? Shove it down your ass!”

“Serena—”

“I said, don't touch me.”

“Just take the money so you could get a good place to stay.” He continued. “You might think you're still young and attractive. But you're not, Serena. No man will want a woman like you.”

“Are you serious?”

He laughed condescendingly. “Isn't that the truth, Serena? You're no longer attractive, you've put on more weight and you can't bear a child. I needed an heir from a healthy woman, not a weak one like you.” 

“I'm just twenty-nine, Adrian. I have a whole life in front of me. Don't worry about my physique because I don't want the attention of a fool like you.”

I left him standing there and took a cab back to the house.

“I was beginning to get worried, as it's getting late.” Karen said the moment I stepped through the door.

“Well, I'm fine now that the divorce has been processed.” I told her.

She turned around with a card in her hands. “I got this from the grocery store today. It fell from a woman's pocket.”

I took it from her and stared at it. It was Adrian and Camille's engagement ceremony.

“It's happening two days from now.” She added. “I can't believe he replaced you so quickly, Serena.”

I dropped the card on the table. “I don't care, Karen. I just need a job I can get busy with.”

Her face lit up. “I contacted Mr Stephen. He needs to see some of your recent designs first. Do you still think you got in you?”

Hope appeared on my face.

“To be honest, I don't know, Karen. I can try though.”

“Good. Take some rest. Tomorrow we can sort that out.”

I nodded, had dinner and went to bed. I was able to sleep well, probably because I shared nothing with that man anymore. 

Karen's screams made me bolt out my room and down to the living room. She was seated next to her laptop, mouth open and eyes widened.

“Did something happen?”

“I just got a job paying two million dollars, Serena! That could take us months!” She giggled.

“What kind of job?” I took to the chair next to her.

“Well, I joined a team of event planners a few months back and days ago I submitted my application for an engagement ceremony.” She explained, excitement written all over her.

“That's wonderful, Karen. I can help out too.” I said but she was about to decline when I insisted.

“We've talked about this already, Karen. Please.”

“Fine. Let's find out who our clients are.” She clicked on the information and suddenly her face turned pale.

“What's the matter?”

She turned to me slowly and answered, “It's the Whitmores.”