(Serena)Ronan and I are both dried and in fresh clothes.We’ve called in take out.We take a walk around the property while waiting for delivery. He’s showing me the huge blocks I could buy and build on.“He doesn’t know any of that?” Ronan asks gently.“No. James has never known any of that.”“I’m not judging you,” he says. “But if James doesn’t know that part of you, the part that had to make that choice, carry it, and survive it… then he doesn’t really know you. Not all of you.”My stomach flips. Because it’s true. James knows the curated version.The woman with the big laugh and quick answers. He knows I get anxious in elevators and I eat chocolate frosting out of the tub at midnight when I can’t sleep—but he doesn’t know this.The part of me I’ve never let surface.“I didn’t think he needed to know,” I say. “I wanted to believe he and I could make it.”“That’s a lot of pressure you put on yourself and then the added pressure from the Hale faction. Did you ever stand a chance?”“
(Serena)The show home is beautiful.Sleek, modern, deceptively cozy. But clearly staged.Still, it’s charming. And he’s trying, I’ll give him that.He’s gone full domestic- cooking something. I’m perched at the island bench watching him wrangle dry pasta into boiling water.“You sure you’re not just trying to impress me?” I say, sipping my wine.He laughs. “I don’t need to impress you, Serena. You’re already on the hook for a potential property purchase.”“Not yet,” I say, winking.He grins, stirring the sauce. “Dinner’s ten minutes. Tops.”He gives the tea towel a flourish in the air and lets it go. It floats over behind him somewhere.“But I need some wine. If there’s any left?”I give a giggle. “Might be a glass.”He pours himself a glass and sits opposite me. “I’m not usually the cook. But I think we’ll survive it.”“I’m sure I’ve eaten worse.”Then I see it. Flames over his shoulder. “Ronan, shit!” I point.He moves around behind the bench fastT the towel has landed near the gas
(Serena)As I drive away from the mansion, my mind is spinning.I can't shake the feeling of dread that's settled in my bones.Margot's words echo in my head, each one a carefully crafted dagger aimed at my heart.I know she's trying to manipulate me, but that kernel of doubt she's planted is growing.I mean, let's face it, the woman has a point. James and I come from different worlds. I knew that from the start.But the idea that he could be just like his father, it's unnerving. Is it so hard to believe that James could be a chip off the old block? Is he going to eventually turn out the same?But even if he doesn’t, Margot will never change. We’ll never have a loving relationship.My kids with James would never have them as grandparents like they should be. I could never trust to leave them alone with Margot poisoning their minds.I can't deny that the Hales have influence.Their name opens doors and commands respect. But at what cost?Margot's willing to sacrifice her son's happines
(Serena)I’m walking out of the mansion with a few things in a canvas tote, the rest is boxed and ready for the courier.I’ve given the baby a feed and bath, and more snuggles, and I wrote the letter for his new parents.It was so hard. But knowing that they know he was loved and nurtured is important to me.I’m not sure how James is feeling about this all. He’s clearly burying it under work.I’ll talk with him about it as soon as I can. I’ll tell him I saw Savannah, about what she said, I’m sure if I’ll tell him everything.The black town car pulls into the driveway.“What the actual fuck? Really?” I say up to the sky.Margot Hale steps out of the back seat in soft beige heels, immaculate as ever.Beige trench. Perfect hair. Perfect everything… on the surface.Of course.Because why wouldn’t the universe want me to check off every trauma box in a single day?“Serena,” she says smoothly, like I’m an old acquaintance and not the woman she’s tried to erase from her son’s life. “I didn’t
(Serena)“We kissed, James and me.”“I know.”“Do you know he used to say the same things to me?” Her voice is low, intimate. “The promises. The forever. The grand gestures when he thought I was leaving him.”“Look, I don’t have time to listen to you trying to taunt me.”“There’s a whole other side to him you don’t know yet.” Then she looks at me thoughtfully. “Actually, you do know it, you just don’t realize you know.”“Savannah, good luck with life… I need to get going.”“James cheated on me. That’s why I left.”My head snaps up.“That’s right. Perfect James. He cheated on me. Oh, it was just a kiss he says. She kissed him. But you know… I bet he said that to you too, didn’t he?”I shift uncomfortably. “Savannah, the past is the past. People change.”“But do they?”“You kissed him Savannah, you know it and I know it. This conversation is over.”“You’re not his wife, Serena. You’re his project. His abandoned puppy. He wants to be the savior all the time, it makes him feel manly.”“He
(Serena)James calls while I’m half-packing and half-staring at my open suitcase like it’s going to fill itself.“Savannah’s out,” he says without preamble. “She left this morning.”I don’t know what I expect to feel. Relief, maybe. Vindication.But all I feel is sad because she might be out of there, but so am I. She won. Margot won.“And the baby?”“He’s still at the house,” James says. “Care team’s in place until the adoption is arranged. The agency’s working on it now.”Tear well in my eyes.“If you need anything for Paris,” he continues, “you still have some things here. The mansion is quiet. Go whenever you like. Or I can get your things couriered?”He doesn’t say it, but I hear the unspoken offering.He’s trying to keep the path open. Trying to make sure I know I can still walk it if I choose to.“I’ll stop by later.” I don’t want others going through my things that are there.And I need to say goodbye to Little Champ because, I need the closure, and I wish things could be dif