LOGINSerena Hale was never meant to belong in a world of diamonds, monogrammed robes, and dinner parties soaked in judgment. Once a humble bakery girl, she eloped into a whirlwind marriage with billionaire James Hale, trading flour-dusted dreams for gilded heartbreak. Now, Savannah’s back. James’s sophisticated, pregnant ex-fiancée has returned like a ghost wearing pearls, slipping seamlessly into his life, his home, and maybe… his heart. As Savannah moves into their world like she never left, Serena is forced to smile through whispers and cold stares. James’s mother, ice-blooded and brutal, now she’s made her message clear: Serena was the wrong choice. The second choice. And she better not get pregnant again. But it’s already too late. Serena is carrying James’s child again, a fragile, impossible hope tucked beneath her still flat stomach. He says he loves her. He swears he chose her. But he didn’t come home last night. And Serena is no longer sure if James is lying to her… or to himself. As secrets build and the tide turns against her, Serena must decide if love is enough to hold onto a marriage that may have never truly been hers before the truth rips everything apart again. Because this time, it’s not just her heart at stake. She has a baby to think of.
View More(Serena)The outdoor space at my house is already buzzing when James and I step out together.“Hi, everyone, thank you for joining us today,” I say.They all look at me in my maternity dress that leaves no doubt I’m six months pregnant.The change is immediate.My mother’s gaze drops to my stomach and her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh,” she breathes.My dad gives me a huge grin. “Serena…”Erin blinks hard. “Sis... Oh my god.”Marcy’s laugh catches halfway through. “Yes!”I smile and tears fill my eyes. “Surprise!”My mum crosses the space quickly and pulls me into a hug.“You’re pregnant,” she says.“I am.”She breaks instantly. Tears, laughter, both at once. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve this so much.”My dad clears his throat loudly, then steps in and hugs me too. Brief. Tight.“This is everything,” he says. “How far along are you?”“Six months, and everything is progressing normally.”“You’re amazing. I can’t wait to be a Pop Pop.” His grin says it al
(Serena)I’m five months pregnant now and there hasn’t been one issue.Every appointment has been steady. Every scan reassuring. The doctors have stopped using words like cautious and started using words like normal.And I’m not bracing for impact so much. I keep waiting for the moment where someone tells me to prepare myself, because that’s what I’m used to. But it hasn’t come.I’m lying behind James, my stomach pressed into his back, one arm draped over his waist.We fell into this nightly rhythm quietly. Just gravity pulling us into the same space night after night. I don’t question it. I let myself have it.We aren’t having sex but we do sleep together. It feels right and he has been consistent and affectionate and has never pushed too far.That consistency matters more than grand gestures ever did. It tells me he’s not here for a moment or a version of me that suits him. He’s here for all of it.The tired days. The anxious ones.Margot has been different and I will be doing her d
(James)I wake up and the doorbell rings.I glance at my phone, it’s almost one-thirty in the afternoon.I pull my shirt and jeans and go down the hall.When I open the door, I see the last person I ever expected to see.My mother.For a moment, neither of us speaks. I mean what the fuck? I haven’t called her yet.“James. You are here.”“Yes,” I say, still caught off guard. “How did you know?”She lifts a brow. “I don’t think you need to ask me that.”I close my mouth.“I always know,” she adds, calm and unapologetic.Her gaze drops briefly, “late night?”“That’s not—” I start. “It’s not what it looks like… ”I stop.Because I hear it immediately.The explaining.The defending.The need to manage her perception.“It doesn’t matter why I’m here,” I say instead. “That’s none of your business. My life is none of your business.”Her eyes sharpen. “I gave you life. So, let’s not start off on the wrong foot.”I don’t want a war with her on Serena’s doorstep. I calm myself down. Letting her
(Serena)The three days it takes us to get home feel longer than they should.But it did do what James said it would, fill in the time and keep me well rested but also doing things I love.We stopped overnight in two other places and ate some great foods, saw some sights and stayed in quiet hotels where we could buy our privacy.It’s important right now because nothing about my life ever stays secret for long. I need for this to be under wraps until we are ready to announce it to the world.James moved through the days with quiet efficiency.But he is also making me laugh. Helping me sort through a list of what we need. Giving me alternatives where I can see things may get tricky.When the plane finally lands, my nerves spike a little.James seems to sense the shift in me before I say anything.“We’re going straight to your appointment,” he says quietly as we stand to disembark. “I’ve got people handling the luggage. Haylee’s meeting us there.”“At ten at night?”“Yes. While it’s quie
(Serena)James stands in the doorway of my bathroom.His expression is a knot of worry and frustration, dark eyes fixed on me with too much intensity as I rinse my mouth and steady myself against the counter.“I’m fine. It’s probably a virus. I’m not pregnant, you know that.”“Serena,” he says quie
(Serena)Case adjourned. Day one done. I hope I don’t have to come back.I just need to get out of here and away from this circus. Like permanently.Nico’s voice cuts through the shuffle. “Let’s move,” he tells us, low. “No press statements. Straight to the cars.”James touches my elbow like we’ll
(Savannah)Nico is at my apartment door.I lean towards him to kiss his cheek, and he pulls back and walks past me.“Damon Cross filed suit against you. Defamation. Emotional distress. Claiming he’s reformed and he was cut out of the chance to be a father to his son.”“What? Can he do that?”“He ca
(Serena)The last notes of James’s piano attempt fade into silence.For a while, neither of us moves. He sits there with his sleeves rolled, shoulders relaxed, watching me on the sofa.I try to act unaffected, but my mind and body are in turmoil, my hands restless in my lap.I know what this moment






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