Hate Me Like You Love Me (Serena and Caleb) novel Chapter 54

Caleb’s POV

You can watch someone drown from across a crowded room and be completely powerless to save them.

The Bennetts have come for dinner—another family bonding evening, another performance of domestic harmony that makes my skin crawl.

I sit through the pleasantries with gritted teeth, watching Lucas charm our parents with the practiced ease of a man who’s spent his entire life convincing people he’s worth trusting.

“The firm is thriving,” Richard Bennett announces, swirling wine in his glass. “Lucas has been shadowing me on some of the bigger cases. He’s got real instincts for the work.”

“That’s wonderful to hear.” My mother beams across the table. “It must be such a comfort to have your son following in your footsteps.”

“Nothing makes a father prouder.” Richard claps Lucas on the shoulder. “This one’s going places.”

I force myself to nod along, playing the role of supportive stepbrother while rage simmers beneath my ribs.

But something is wrong with Serena.

She won’t meet my eyes. Every time I try to catch her attention across the table, a glance, a raised eyebrow, anything to establish the silent communication we’ve developed over months of hiding, she looks away.

Her gaze slides past me like I’m furniture, like I’m not even in the room.

When I brush past her in the kitchen while helping clear the appetizer plates, she flinches from my touch like it burns.

“Serena.” I pitch my voice low, angling my body to block the doorway. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She won’t look at me. “Move, please. I need to bring out the bread.”

“Something happened. Tell me.”

“Serena, dear?” Mom’s voice floats in from the dining room. “Could you help me with the wine?”

Serena slips past me without another word, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen with dread pooling in my stomach.

Every attempt to get her alone after that is interrupted. Mom needs help with the serving dishes. William calls her over to discuss something about her classes.

And Lucas—Lucas materializes at her side with impeccable timing every time I get within arm’s reach, his hand finding her elbow, her waist, the small of her back.

Something has changed. I can feel it like a shift in atmospheric pressure, a storm building just beyond the horizon that everyone else seems oblivious to.

And Lucas has transformed.

Gone is the carefully humble suitor, the man who asked permission and respected boundaries and performed reluctance with such convincing sincerity.

Tonight he stands too close to Serena, his arm draped possessively around her shoulder like he’s staking a claim. His hand finds hers on the table, fingers intertwining, and Serena lets it happen.

She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t stiffen, doesn’t resist.

She simply accepts.

“You two make such a lovely couple.” My mother’s voice carries warmth I wish I could share. “Don’t they, William?”

“They certainly do.” Serena’s father smiles with genuine affection. “I couldn’t have chosen better for her myself.”

Lucas’s thumb strokes across Serena’s knuckles in slow, deliberate circles. “She makes it easy to be a good man.”

My stomach churns with dread I can’t name.

What did he do to her? What changed between the clearing and tonight?

Dessert arrives, some elaborate creation Mom spent hours preparing, and conversation flows around me while I study Serena’s face for answers she won’t give.

Her smile is fixed, mechanical. Her laughter comes a beat too late. She moves through the evening like a marionette whose strings have been cut, going through motions without any of the life that usually animates her.

She looks like someone who’s already surrendered.

After the plates are cleared, Lucas rises from his chair and clears his throat. The gesture is small, but it commands the room’s attention with quiet confidence. Conversations fade. Eyes turn toward him.

“I want to thank everyone for being here tonight.”

Say no. Please, for the love of God, say no.

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