(James)Sunday morning.I should be at home, asleep, or maybe running along the river with my headphones in.Normal people rest on weekends. But I’m not normal people. I’ve never been.The company building hums even on Sundays, because I built it that way.I don’t want a company that stops when the calendar says off-duty.I want momentum, people who show up because they believe in what we’re building.There’s a handful of us here.I’m in my office reviewing drone division performance.Chopper Rick’s field reports read like war stories… wires fried, software lag midair, a hard landing that totaled one prototype but he found it’s limits. The man is like a dog with a bone. He never gives up.That’s what I want. Brutal honesty. Failures we can learn from.My weekend assistant knocks lightly before pushing the door open. “Nico Morel-Hale to see you. Sir.”I don’t look up. “Send him in.”Unexpected but not unwelcome. We’ve never really had a chance to talk about any of this. Not properly.A
(James)Saturday night and the city feels louder than usual.Maybe it’s just me.The club last night is still in my head, Serena’s laugh still ringing in my ears like an earworm.I’ve been trying all day to bury it under meetings, calls, a workout that should’ve left me too exhausted to think. But it didn’t.Serena laughing with me, teasing me, like before we had everything to lose.Serena, looking at me like she wasn’t impressed but she wasn’t shutting me out either.That look is dangerous.I know it’s over between us. I know it.We can’t ever go back to the way we were.The question is, will we ever be ready to try something new? With each other?And now I’m here, in an expensive hotel dining room with my mother.One of those things I couldn’t put off any longer. I’ve been dodging my mother since I got back from Lapland. I mean, we’ve talked.We’ve argued. But being a captive audience is a very different beast.Like it or not, my mother knows me in many ways.The waiter clears plate
(Serena)My parents sit across from me at the island.It’s the kind of quiet you have before someone says something they’ve been waiting to say for a while, and I’m braced for sparks.“Alright,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m here. Say your truth.”Mom smooths her dress down over her knees, eyes flicking up and away again. Dad looks nervous.Finally, Mom speaks. “We weren’t good back then.”“That’s the understatement of the century. But I get how hard it would’ve been.”“Both our parents were very strict. We didn’t listen. We fooled around and I got pregnant.”“They told us we’d never make it. They told us how hard it would be, and they told us we never got to go back home when shit never worked out,” Dad says.“But we loved each other. We knew better. We’d work hard and everything would be amazing,” Mom continues.“But it was just like they said. It was Hell most of the time. But we ended up pregnant again.”Mom’s tense, but she nods. “We fought. Too much. We drank too much because we
(Serena)I wake up restless.My sheets are twisted, my pillow too hot, my body unwilling to go back to sleep.I get out of bed and pace to the bathroom. Last night keeps looping in my head.James sitting next to me at the club, smiling in that easy way like it was just us again. Before he told the world we were together.The way we teased each other, like before everything went to hell.I laughed with him. Genuinely laughed. And God help me, it felt good.It shouldn’t feel good. It should be a warning siren.I push my hair back and stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.I look the same, but I don’t feel the same.I’m… unsettled. My life is calmer now, freer.I’m not suffocating under the constant drama of being James Hale’s wife. I know that.I’ve been telling myself that for 2 months.But then Savannah opened her mouth last night, and I realized how quickly she can still slice through me.Even without James, even without me tied to Hale life, she still carries a blade sharpen
(Serena)She’s beautiful. The woman he’s with.Haylee clocks the tension in my shoulders before I can smooth it out. “Hey,” she leans in, her voice pitched low over the beat. “You’re fine. Pretend he’s just wallpaper.”“I’m okay, really.”I’ve never seen her before but there would be a reason he is here with her.James doesn’t do random. And he definitely does not do random clubbing.Haylee nudges me under the table. “Don’t.”“I’m not,” I say. My smile stays fixed.Because I’m not. Not really.I feel it, of course I do, but I’m not going to let him, or Savannah, or anyone from my past derail my life again.I just need more emotional distance from it all. That comes with time.I laugh at something Jack says, lift my glass, and clink it against Ben’s, acting like James Hale walking into my Friday night means nothing.On the inside my chest aches. On the outside I’m the picture of calm.Eventually James’ eyes sweep the room and land on me.The recognition is immediate. He tips his chin.
(Serena)“I moved onto things that are mine,” I answer.She smiles like a headline. “Really, Serena? I think I have the better life.”“Then go live it.” I give her a wave off.But she doesn’t leave.“I am,” she says brightly. “Right here. At the Hale table. With the CEO, Nico Morel-Hale. Of course, you noticed we’re an item.”I didn’t give her the satisfaction of an eye roll. “I noticed you don’t have an engagement ring on your finger, still.”“Neither do you.”“Of course not. My finger is still marked from my wedding set from James.” Honestly, I know I shouldn’t.But I’m so over taking the high road with her ridiculous attitude.“James is happy. He’s been dating. In case you were wondering.”“Same. And I wasn’t.”She laughs. “It kills you that I’m here on Nico’s arm. Still accepted and loved in the Hale circles, doesn’t it?”“It doesn’t kill me,” I said flat. “I just feel sorry for you.”“Still, James never chose you in the end, did he?”“He did choose me. More than once. He lost me