I went to the door and picked up the package. Inside were two finalized divorce certificates.
I placed Patrick's copy on the desk in his study.
Then I picked up the little luggage I had and walked out.
I hadn't gotten far when my phone rang again.
It was Maurice Sanchez.
"Serena, I'm almost there."
At the same time, a string of messages flooded my screen.
From my mother:
"Serena Fox, do you have any idea today is June's birthday? We're all waiting for you. Don't you dare make a scene."
From Carl:
"Serena Fox, get over here for June's birthday party. Apologize to her in front of everyone and we'll let the whole thing go."
From Patrick:
"Serena, once June's birthday is over, I have a surprise for you. After that, we'll be together forever."
The messages made my stomach turn.
Together forever? Patrick, there is no "after" for us.
I blocked every single number without a second of hesitation, then deleted them all.
A moment later, a limited-edition luxury car pulled up in front of me.
Maurice Sanchez stepped out holding a bouquet, his stride steady and sure as he walked toward me.
"Serena, I'm here to take you home."
I nodded. My eyes stung, and my throat ached.
We got in the car and drove away.
On the ride, I sent a message to an anonymous contact.
Make sure my gift drops tonight, right at the peak of the birthday gala.
I watched the scenery blur past the window and let a slow smile curve my lips.
"I hope you all enjoy the present."
