(Serena's POV)As soon as I got off the car, the vague memories flashes back to me. This is what I'm scared the most.Just the thought of coming back here broke my heart. The place where our love blooms but also the place where my heart is torn into pieces."How are you?" Nana asked.I missed her so much.Wiping my tears before I calm myself from weeping. "I'm... I'm doing good, Nana.""I don't know the story but I'm glad that you're back, Serena." She stroked my hair and wipes my tears like a loving mother. How I wished I have a mother to comfort me in my miserable life. I missed Nana so much.Wrapping my arms around her, I sob into her shoulder. I really need this. I really needed someone I can express all my distress. I need a mother figure.She continued caressing my back, to ease my sadness, my pain in everything about my life."You lost weight, darling." She whispered into my ears.I chuckled, "A-Am I? Then, I s-succeeded in my diet."She slaps my back harshly and I winced in p
(Serena's POV)Sweats furiously streamed down my spine like a spring waterfall, especially on my temple. With a ragged breath, I inhale and exhale deeply as I tried to calm my inner soul. I can't think straight because he's blowing my mind with just one sentence.Did he mean to undress him? By me?"Siri?"I was startled at his manly voice. "I-I'll call Lance!" As fast as the thunder and lightning, I run towards the door."Lance is out of town!"I stop. "Kevin?" His gardener."His wife has given birth yesterday, he's on leave.""Mr. Sandoval!""Don't you have a conscience? It's the old man's bedtime, give him some rest."Damn it!I know, I went overboard for mentioning his sixty-one years old personal butler but... They are the only men living in this huge house. Wait... Why am I in a panic mode? He's my ex-husband, we're married before. I already saw his... His... His little snake... or big snake, I think? There is no point in getting uncomfortable, Serena. But he's doing this on
(Serena's POV)I toss and turn in bed countless amount of times, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but I'm still not satisfied. I let out a groan, finally giving up on trying to sleep. I know it's because of my nagging thoughts that are contributing to my lack of sleep, more than anything else.My mind flashes back to what happened last night. Heat flushes into my face and groaned in frustration. Why...Why did I give in easily?Why I cannot resist his touch?Just why Serena?Thank God! Nana disturbed us.This is the same situation when he suddenly kissed me while yelling at my mistake as his assistant. That moment brings back memories. He brought me into the past. Those feelings, that itchy thing in my chest.I hate this.This makes me even more worried. I adjust my pillow, as I sink down into its softness, trying to find some sort of comfort.What if Marcus is just doing this so that I lower my guard? I keep telling myself that I'm being absurd and overthinking eve
(Serena's POV)I sat on the couch staring at the fireplace. This was some real shit... He's planning to have a business meeting somewhere without me. What's the point of my presence here, who supposedly nurse him, just as he commanded days ago?"Ah, ready on time." I heard his sarcastic voice.As I spun around, I saw him, again in a suit, but with damp hair. He couldn't be going to that island without me, right?As soon as the household staff were off hearing distance, he said, "Pack your thing--" "Done."He stared at me with a question face. Anyone would be stunned to know that his ex-wife is taking care of him as a so-called nurse for responsibility. I hated him for enjoying my discomfort, for having that silent conniving smile on his face.After trying to think of a retort, all I managed to come up with was, "Well Mr. Walton, did you forget to inform me that you're going out for work?" and spun around walking towards the car.In less than a few strides he was right behind me and he
(Serena's POV)"Hey, wake up." I heard a familiar voice. I felt cold hands on my arms, shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes to see a very angry Marcus.He sighed. "The next time you run off, it's over." He said and helped me up. I looked down and saw the bloody hole I fell into. Who digs a hole in the middle of a path?Wait... Did he save me? H-How-- my eyes landed on his injured leg, he's still sitting in his wheelchair."Let's go, my leg is aching."I instantly pushed his wheelchair, all the way to the house with him grumpy and mumbling how stupid I was. The sky went from a sunny morning to a grey dark."Shit." He cursed causing me to stop.Did he just curse at me? I didn't ask him to save my guts inside that Goddamn hole! Why does he keep saying the fact that I'm an idiot itself? With a scoff, I was about to scowl at him but suddenly look up. "It's going to rain." He said and turned his head to me. "I trust you have enough energy to run?" He asked and I nodded. The path is not c
(Serena's POV)The next day, the cyclone was still raging, which meant me and him stuck together in the villa.And after last night, I've been avoiding having contact with him at all. I walked to the huge study and started browsing books. The only good thing about my ex-husband was that he had huge collections of books. I smiled at books by my favorite author. I took one and curled up on the recliner.As I opened the book, the smell wafted through my nose. I always found the smell of old books... amazing."I wonder why I am not seeing you everywhere." I heard his voice and turned towards the door.He was standing there, walking towards the desk. Unlike other days, he was wearing faded jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked almost normal but for the sly in his eyes. However, his face looked weird.I frowned. "What's wrong?""Why do you assume something is wrong?" He looked quite surprised by my question."If everything was fine you would have a scowl on your face and your taunts would hav
(Serena's POV)The following morning, he resumed ignoring my presence all day long and wouldn't even look me in the eye. Given that, someone arrived on the island. Looking by their clothing, they must be Marcus's business partners. I became his maid the whole day, pushing his wheelchair while carrying his suitcase and documents. It seems like I'm back as his assistant. I always give what he needed but he never talk to me. Well, for me, this is better than listening to his words of wisdom.I was also surprised that they congratulate us for getting back together. I remained silent and he did the same. I'm tired to have a conversation with his visitor.How can they assume without checking the fact? Paparazzi is everywhere and any moment from now, our faces will be in the headline the very next day. Thankfully, he was not caught when he become a waiter for a day in Los Angeles.When my presence is not needed anymore, I exit the circle and head inside the house.I was sitting on a stool i
(Serena's POV)Pushing him, I slapped him hard. I received a glare from him. If he's angry, I'm more than angry. He thinks he can still control me. Well, he was mistaken about that."Get. Of. Me." I deadly glare at him but to no avail."NO." His firm 'no' makes me feel more furious.His brows are meeting together, his ragged breath, a thrummed heartbeat that was about to explode from his chest. He is extremely mad right now. This is the same expression I saw when he divorce me and when he throws those pictures in front of me."Your jealous."He smirks like a lunatic. "Thank you for figuring it out." A hint of sarcasm was in his voice."We're not married anymore, Marcus."How many times do I have to remind him of our situation? I'm not his wife anymore. I saw how his face slowly became soft. Did I hurt him again? This is the same expression when I said I will sell our wedding ring."Don't remind me." He whispered.I clenched my fist tightly and took a deep breath. "I have to, for you