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133 The Other Woman’s Wing

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-22 13:26:00

(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
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