บททั้งหมดของ SCANDAL: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Serena woke up the next morning, her mind blank and with a pounding headache. Glancing an unfocused gaze around, she tried to figure out where she was. She soon noticed she was in her room. She raised her brow, confused. How did she get there? Groaning, she sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. Her head was still pounding. A few memories started filtering in. She'd been out yesterday, with Mr Murphy. He had taken her to the pub where she had a glass of apple cider... She couldn't remember anything afterwards. Did he bring her home? A knock on the door interrupted her in her train of thoughts. She glanced at door, pursing her lips. " Come in." She muttered. Unsure if the person would hear her, she said it louder. Lana walked in, bowing in greeting. Serena murmured a reply, managing a small smile. Lana immediately set to work, opening the curtains and filling the wash basin with water. " I'm thirsty. Get me a glass of water." She said, her voice raspy. Lana im

Gerald was on his way to Scarlett's residence. The investigation had produced more than he and expected, especially the fact that Scarlett and Murphy were once lovers. Something Scarlett had never told him. He wanted to confirm if it was true. His thoughts drifted to Serena and he stiffened. He hadn't meant what he said, especially not the way she took it. He'd tried to talk to her but she only screamed at him to go away. The guilt he felt worsened further when he heard the tears in her voice. He had left with a promise to come back and try to talk to her. He arrived at Scarlett's place just in time to see Damien leave. They were talking seriously about something and Scarlett paid no attention to her surroundings. He saw them share a kiss. The anger he'd tried so hard to control, came rearing it's ugly head. He managed to stay put until he had left. Once he disappeared in his carriage, Damien walked into the house. " I thought you left already, why are you back

( Two months later) Slowly, yet quickly, two months passed by. During that period, Gerald and Serena had enough time to drift apart. They never made up from their fights and as the days passed, Serena talked less. It was safe to say they were strangers in their own house. During that period, Gerald had worked with his lawyer, getting the final stages of the divorce ready. By the end of the month, Serena would be taking her things and leaving. It was he was he wanted, he thought to himself, trying not to feel guilt for self-sabotaging he inflicted into his own marriage. He had told Frederick about it and the latter had been shocked. " What do you mean, you're finally splitting up?" He had asked, staring at him with haughty. " It's just as I've told you Frederick," he muttered without a change in his demeanor. " We would be finally going our separate ways." " Even after everything? I thought you liked her Gerald!?" He'd asked. " Well

( A month later) After weeks of waiting, the dreaded finally arrived. Serena sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection, her gaze unseeing. Although she had come to terms with her departure, it still felt unreal. She drew in a breath, standing up. Her things had already been packed, waiting for her downstairs. All that was left was her. Looking at the room, memories flooded her. The good, bad and completely ugly. She let out a sigh, her lips twitching. Placing the ring on the table, she took her gloves, wearing them before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Descending down the stairs, she saw the maids at the floor, all lined up and waiting for her. Once she got to them, they bowed, wishing her safe journeys. She thanked them for their good wishes. She stopped at Lana who had tears in her eyes. She was sniffing. " Don't cry..." She cooed softly, cleaning off the tears. " I don't deserve it." She whispered, smilin

Serena shifted uncomfortably on the seat where she was bound, trying so hard to keep her eyes open. She'd been here for three days, longer than she has expected and she was already tired. Her hands were aching and legs were stiff from unuse. She wouldn't be surprised if she found it terrible to walk after she was released. Damien hadn't done anything all this while and it had only maximized her fear. Fear of what would happen if he finally laid his hands on her. Already her mind was already tired of making a light of this situation. There was absolutely nothing normal about it. " Let me go...." She groaned for the hundredth time, pinning damien with a glare from a distance. " I'm not the one you have business with, why are you holding me hostage?" She asked, her voice scratchy. " It's quite simple darling, I need you to get to Gerald." He replied, easily, that stupid smile on his face. " And what makes you think he'll come for me?" She asked, glaring at him.