CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Chapter 377 You’re Serena Quinn

Serena’s POV

"Mrs. Lancaster, you’re absolutely right," she said, her voice calm yet somehow familiar. "I didn’t come for the Storm’s Eye collection, though it truly is magnificent work."

My shoulders tensed. Another one of them. Another person claiming to know me, to have some piece of my past locked away in their memories while mine remained stubbornly blank.

"Let me guess," I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice. "You’re here to tell me I’m not Serena Lancaster, that I’m actually someone else with a whole other life waiting for me?"

A flicker of something—pain, recognition—crossed her face before she composed herself. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"I’m here because I believe we’re sisters," she said simply.

Sisters. The word hit me like a physical blow.

"I don’t have a sister," I replied automatically, the rehearsed line I’d told myself for years. But even as I said it, doubt crept in, cold and insidious.

Zoe didn’t flinch at my rejection. Instead, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small velvet pouch.

"Before you ask me to leave, would you look at this? Please."

Against my better judgment, I took the pouch, feeling something small and metallic inside. When I emptied it into my palm, a delicate gold bracelet tumbled out—a thin chain with a small pendant shaped like half a heart.

My breath caught. Something about it... the weight of it in my hand felt right somehow.

"Turn it over," Zoe said softly.

I did. There, engraved in flowing script: "S & Z."

"Serena and Zoe," she whispered. "I have the other half."

She pulled back her sleeve to reveal an identical bracelet on her wrist, but with the other half of the heart.

"We got them on your sixteenth birthday. You designed them yourself—your first real jewelry design. You said it was cheesy, but you made them anyway."

My fingers trembled as I traced the engraving. A memory—or was it just my imagination?—flickered at the edges of my mind: laughter, candlelight, the smell of chocolate cake.

"This doesn’t prove anything," I said, but my voice lacked conviction. "You could have had this made after seeing me in the news."

Zoe leaned forward, her eyes—my eyes?—searching my face. "Ask me anything. About our childhood home. The scar on your left knee from when you fell climbing the apple tree in our grandmother’s garden. How you used to sneak into my room during thunderstorms because you were afraid but too proud to admit it."

My heart hammered against my ribs. The scar on my knee—I’d always told myself it was from a childhood fall. A generic explanation for something I couldn’t remember.

"Our parents’ names," I challenged, desperate to catch her in a lie.

"Liam and Hazel Quinn," she answered without hesitation.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I sank into the chair across from her, the bracelet clutched in my fist so tightly the edges cut into my palm.

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