Serena’s POV

Three days after talking to Attorney Marquez, my phone beeps with an email while I’m making coffee. I see his name and slowly open it.

“Divorce Proceedings: Initial Documents,” I read to myself. “Seems Bill is finally going to realize that I’m serious about ending our marriage.”

I grab the freshly printed divorce papers. Without a second thought, I call a cab, my hands slightly trembling as I lock the door behind me. I sit stiffly in the backseat, ...