Serena watched as the blue Porsche pulled up, and her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the license plate. It was unmistakably from New York.
William.
Anger simmered beneath Aaron's dark eyes as he clenched his fists, watching the scene unfold from a distance.
Once they reached downtown, Serena stepped out of the car.
"You don't have anywhere to go right now. Why not stay at my place for a while? My house is spacious, and I'm leaving for Northspire tomorrow anyway. The lease is up next month, so it would just sit empty," William suggested one last time as Serena prepared to leave.
Serena shook her head with a small smile. "Thanks, but no. You've done enough already. I'll sort out my own accommodation."
"Alright," William replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Serena turned to go, but William called after her. "Serena."
She turned back, curious. "Yes?"
He hesitated, then broke into a warm smile. "It's nothing. I'll talk to you when I get back from Northspire."
"Okay, goodbye then," Serena waved and headed towards a nearby hotel, her heart feeling lighter.
Without a phone but with a credit card in hand, she planned to find a hotel to spend the night and buy a new phone the next day. It was time to start afresh, without Aaron.
Just the thought filled Serena with hope.
However—
"Miss, this credit card isn't working," the hotel receptionist said apologetically, holding out her card.
Serena frowned. "That can't be right. I've used it plenty of times."
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