Chapter 11
Albert glanced at Serena, then turned to Victor. “Victor, go home. I need to talk to Seri.”
“Dad, she hurt Leon. And she forged the divorce papers,” Victor said.
Albert shot him a sharp look, and Victor swallowed his words.
“That’s enough,” Albert barked. “Stop making a scene.”
Victor wanted to say more, but Albert’s glare shut him up. He clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of anger bubbling in his chest like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Victor thought, ‘Serena actually forged the divorce agreement.‘ His fists tightened, his fingernails digging into his palms. After a long silence, Victor turned and left the police station without another word.
Albert took Serena to a quiet café. She had once been his ideal choice for a daughter–in–law. But now, she felt like a stranger.
Albert broke the silence first. “Seri, what really happened?”
Serena gently stirred her coffee. “Albert, it was my fault. Leon was being difficult, but I’m his mother. It’s not wrong for me to discipline my own child, is
it?”
Albert paused for a moment and remarked, “Still, that’s no way to treat a child.”
“I understand, Albert. Here’s the divorce agreement. Victor already signed it.” Serena handed him the document, her voice calm and unreadable.
“Seri, is there anything else you want?” Albert looked at Victor’s signature on the divorce agreement.
“Albert, we had an agreement. What you gave me is more than enough.” Serena gently set her cup down. She then questioned, “But with the way Victor is now, do you really think he’s qualified to be an heir?”
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Albert frowned as he listened, then picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. The warm liquid did nothing to ease his tension. “There’s an important business dinner party the night after tomorrow. I want you to attend with Victor.”
Serena frowned slightly and hesitated. She thought of how kind Albert had once been to her. Even if things had fallen apart with Victor, she still remembered that kindness.
In the end, she nodded. “Alright, Albert.”
“Thank you, Seri,” Albert said.
Serena stood up, picked up her handbag, and gave Albert a slight nod. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out.”
After leaving the café, Albert pulled out his phone and called Victor.
“Hey, Dad,” Victor answered.
“Victor, you signed the divorce papers yourself. There’s nothing more to discuss,” Albert spoke.
Victor’s voice came through, full of disbelief. “You agreed to it?”
“Yes. But you’re taking Seri to the business dinner party the night after tomorrow.”
“Why? We’re already divorced. What’s the point of pretending? I’m not taking her.”
“Victor, just look at what you’ve become.“/
Chapter 11
“But I already promised I’d take Ellie.”
“That’s enough. I’m not asking.”
Albert ended the call. The flat dial tone echoed in Victor’s ear, making his irritation grow.
Victor thought, ‘I’ve already signed the divorce papers, and Serena’s still tagging along to the dinner party. She’s just pulling these tricks to get my
attention.‘
“Vic, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Eliza asked.
Victor looked up and saw her. He got up and walked over to her. “Ellie, my dad wants me to take Serena to the dinner party the night after tomorrow? Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair.
Eliza’s expression faltered for a second. “It’s fine, Vic. After all, Mr. Powell’s just thinking of what’s best for you. Mrs. Powell is your wife, after all.”
“Ellie, I’m sorry. I did promise you,” Victor said with a sigh.
Inside the lavish party venue, Serena wore a simple black dress that highlighted her striking beauty and outstandingly graceful presence.
“Serena, I’m warning you–don’t pull any stunts. And stop targeting Ellie,” Victor muttered under his breath, threatening Serena.
“Victor, we’re already divorced. What would I even want from you?” Serena slowly raised her hand, gently brushing the faint imprint where her ring used
to be.
She thought, ‘What would I want? The cold shoulder he gave me day after day, or the way he never stopped loving Eliza?”
“Mr. Powell, I’ve heard a lot about you.” A middle–aged man named Marco Watson approached with a glass of wine, interrupting their conversation.
Victor raised his glass politely. “Mr. Watson, nice to meet you.”
“This must be Mrs. Powell,” Marco said, noticing Serena standing next to Victor.
“Hello, Mr. Watson. I’m Serena,” she replied courteously.
“Mr. Powell, I’ve long heard that your wife is both beautiful and brilliant. Now that I’ve seen her in person, I can say the praise was well–deserved,” Marco
remarked.
Serena smiled politely but didn’t respond.
“Mr. Powell, a toast to you. You’re a rising star,” Marco chuckled.
“You flatter me, Mr. Watson,” Victor responded.
“No, really, you’re far too modest,” Marco said.
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