Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 19

Seraphina still didn't say a word. Beside her, Chelsea's face was thunderous. If Seraphina hadn't been holding her back, she would have lunged forward and hit someone.

Completely oblivious to the danger, Yvette continued her tirade, her tone growing increasingly caustic.

"What's the matter? Did you hear my brother bought a new place here and decided you wanted to crash for free?"

Her lips twisted into a triumphant, mocking smile.

"Too bad for you, my brother bought that house for Cynthia. It has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Seraphina's fingers curled inward slightly.

A new house.

Dominic had bought a new house in Laurel Heights.

And he had bought it for Cynthia.

Was Cynthia coming back?

Her hands unconsciously clenched into tight fists at her sides.

Cynthia was Dominic's childhood sweetheart, the one true love he had never gotten over.

Everyone knew it.

Everyone said that if it hadn't been for Seraphina, the one walking down the aisle with Dominic would have been Cynthia...

And back then, after catching Seraphina and Dominic in bed together, Cynthia had immediately bought a plane ticket and fled the country.

Six years had passed. Was she finally returning?

Seraphina knew she shouldn't be surprised. Cynthia's return was inevitable.

For all these years, Dominic had never felt a shred of affection for her, yet he had never managed to forget Cynthia. It made perfect sense that he would buy a house for her.

But hearing it spoken aloud still felt like a heavy blow straight to her chest. It hurt.

She lowered her eyelashes, taking a slow, deep breath to steady her emotions.

Seeing her silence, Yvette assumed she had struck a nerve and laughed with unbridled malice.

Yvette's eyes widened. Her mouth fell open, struggling to process what she had just heard.

"What... what did you just say?"

"Dominic bought that house," Seraphina said smoothly, neither rushed nor angry. "Dominic and I are legally married. Whatever he buys is joint marital property."

Yvette's face contorted, her voice jumping several octaves. "Don't you dare, Seraphina! My brother bought that for Cynthia! What does it have to do with you? What gives you the right to move in?"

Seraphina offered a faint, dismissive smile and completely ignored her. She turned, grabbed Chelsea's hand, and walked straight toward the neighborhood's property management office.

Chelsea let herself be pulled along, utterly bewildered at first. But as she laid eyes on the management office, a slow grin spread across her face, and she quickened her pace to match Seraphina's.

The management office was located in a standalone glass building.

Seraphina approached the front desk, pulled her ID from her purse, and placed it smoothly on the counter.

"Hello. I am Dominic's wife. Could you please pull up his property records for this community? I need to collect my keys."

The receptionist was momentarily taken aback. She looked Seraphina up and down, glanced at the ID, and then hesitated, looking back up at her. "Ma'am, well, the homeowner specifically instructed that the keys are only to be given to a Ms. Ross..."