Chapter 8. Marital... What?

Lunch was, once again, on Xavier. They'd treated themselves to a fancy meal at one of the swankiest hotels in Vernon.

Afterward, Serena leaned back in her chair, rubbing her stomach and letting out a loud burp, completely unbothered by appearances.

Across the table, Xavier just grinned, clearly amused.

"I swear, the real Serena is finally back. The one I saw with Clint? That wasn't you-she was way too humble, like she forgot who she was." He reached across the table and offered his hand. "Welcome back, Serena Knowles."

Serena blinked, pushing down the emotions rising in her chest, and shook his hand. "Thanks. Let that humble version of me rot in hell."

The next day, Serena waited... and waited. But the divorce agreement still hadn't shown up.

She frowned. It shouldn't take this long-couriers within Vernon could deliver in a couple of hours, max.

Clint had been so desperate to marry Poppy, right? So why the hell was it taking two whole