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133 The Other Woman’s Wing
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2025-07-22 13:26:00
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The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 134 Margot’s Cheerleading Team
(Serena)I step out of the west wing, the door slamming behind me.Not like we need to wave each other goodbye.I move toward my car with purpose, heels tapping softly on the stone path, my heart is still pounding. But I’m pleased I came here today.I don’t even make it to the driver’s door before I hear voices.Laughter. Then footsteps.Theo and Ezra exit the main wing. Theo’s suit jacket is on, he’s fixing his tie, as he slides back into the polished, press-ready version of himself.Ezra, on the other hand, looks like he’s ready to go to another bar. I like him a lot. He really razzes up the steadfast attitudes in Hale Tower.They both freeze when they see me.Ezra gives a low whistle. “Did you just stir the hornet’s nest? You go, girl!”Theo glares at him. “Ezra. This is not time for jokes. Shut up.”Theo steps forward before I can speak, expression hardening. “Serena.”I raise an eyebrow. “Theo.”“You threw words like ‘lawsuit’ and ‘exposé’ around.”I lean against the car, arms fo
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 133 The Other Woman’s Wing
(Serena)I walk right up to the private west wing entrance door and push the bell.Like she hasn’t already seen me arrive at the mansion.After a few seconds, the door opens.Savannah’s in one of her designer lounge sets, looking soft and deliberately maternal.She’s trying to sell the idea of a woman changed by motherhood. Her hair’s loose and glossy, makeup light, barefoot on polished floors like some curated version of domestic ease.She blinks fast when she sees me. “Serena…”“Don’t pretend you’re surprised,” I say. “You knew I was here.”Her smile twitches, tight. “I wasn’t expecting you on my doorstep.”“Technically, it isn’t your doorstep. Did you think I’d be too busy dealing with paparazzi to call you out?”She doesn’t respond. I step past her, into her little bubble of claimed space in the Hale mansion.She’s made it her own in here. She really thinks she belongs.I turn and face her, arms crossed. “I’m not here to pretend we’re friends.” I also have my phone recording the a
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 132 Evidence and Excuses
(Serena)I don’t wait for James. I walk straight into his office, still shaking with rage, and drop into the leather chair behind his desk.He stands beside me and brings up the security system on his desktop and clicks through until he finds the file directory.The first video is from what feels like a lifetime ago, the main courtyard. The camera feed is grainy and is slightly off-center, but parts of the audio is crystal clear. Other parts are muffled and scratchy.Margot’s voice crackles from the speakers: “Don’t get it in your head that getting knocked up again is a good idea.”My throat tightens. The tone in her voice still makes my skin crawl. Every word… measured, quiet, like a snake preparing to strike.There is nothing I like about that woman. Nothing.“Anything can happen to threaten early pregnancy… a fall. Ingesting the wrong medication. A car accident.”I grip the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. James wasn’t even in the house that day. He never heard the way she thr
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 131 Hangovers and Hurricane Serena
(Serena)Media are on the lawn.Reporters. Photographers. Cameramen.Shouting questions like I owe them answers about my personal life. Like I’m a press release and not a person.“Serena! Is it true you and James have split?”“Can we confirm the divorce?”“How long have you been separated?”My dad stands in the front doorway, his jaw tight, one hand on the screen door like he’s debating throwing it open and walking someone to the curb.My mother just looks surprised, shielding her eyes from the flashbulbs with the sleeve of her cardigan. She didn’t sign up for this.None of them did.I step out onto the porch, hoodie up, hands shoved deep into my pockets. “Go back inside. I’m going to sort this out.”I don’t yell. I just say loud and clear to all of them, “No comment. Respect our privacy. This is family, not press material.”Then I turn and walk straight to my car without another word. I’m shaking, but I’m not scared. I’m angry.And there’s only one place I’m going. To be face to face
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 130 Sleep Talk and Headlines
(Serena)The buzz of James’s text reply lights up my phone. I sent him a simple R U OK.He’s as wasted as I’ve ever heard him.I grin, he’s hopeless when he’s like that.We both are.yea. no. i jsut. u stil there? god i misser... snooze cows...I blink at the message, trying to decipher it.Either way, it tells me what I already knew from his voice message: he’s completely gone.Still, I can’t help the small smile. Drunk James. I haven’t heard from him in that state in so long.Without thinking, I tap his contact and press call.He answers like he fell onto the phone. “You picked up,” he says, slurring every syllable.“Ah, no. I called you, so you picked up.”“You called me? Awesome…”“I could not read your text. So, I thought I’d check you’re not choking on your own vomit.”“I was texting with my feelings,” he says dramatically, then giggles. “They’re bad at spelling.”His laugh is tired, messy, full of late-night sorrow.“Are you lying in a bush somewhere?” I ask.“Pretty sure I’m i
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 129 Drunk, Drunker, and Drunkest
(James)Theo and Ezra haul me up the Hale Mansion front steps like I’ve been shot in battle and they’re the last two soldiers left.Two soldiers who can’t walk themselves.“I can walk,” I mutter, legs wobbling like a newborn deer.“You stumbled into a velvet rope and apologized to it,” Theo grunts. “You’re done.”Ezra laughs. “That rope had a real presence, though.”“Well you hit on the damn valet, Theo, and we never even had a car,” I drawl then hiccup.I lean my weight into them as we reach the massive double doors.The fingerprint scanner blinks red, waiting. I lift my hand and miss completely.“Wait, it must be broken.”Ezra and Theo burst into giggles.I try again and I just can’t seem to make my hand do what it needs to.Twice.“Jesus,” Theo mutters. He grabs my thumb, raises it like a dad swiping a reluctant toddler into Disneyland.It beeps, unlocks, and the doors swing open with dramatic authority.We stumble into the marble foyer, the light all come on and the AI welcomes me
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