The SuperXWIFE

How long had Darien been standing there? His gaze narrowed at Diam's form but the other man simply stepped away from her as if what her ex-husband witnessed was the most natural thing in the world. To top that, Diam was still too close to her and if Darien indeed saw the kissing scene, it wouldn't have looked as innocent as it actually was. Darien's eyes were accusing, informing Serena what he thought of it, of her. "The kids—the kids are outside." Serena made a move toward Darien… between the two men, just in case something broke up. She wouldn't put it past her ex-husband and his confusing dog-in-the-manger attitude. "I know. They rushed to greet me from across the street and told me you're here. Alone." His eyes were now really condemning her, as if saying, 'this is what you do when you tell the kids you're alone?' What was his problem? She was single, she could do what she wanted with her status. But Darien's quiet anger was also lighting a rage in her. "I have something to say to you." About Rei again? What, they're getting married this time? Should it surprise her? "I don't want to be late for my meeting, Serena," Diam stated. He knew Darien meant he wanted to speak to Serena alone. "Thanks for the drink." "Let me walk you to the gate." If it was possible, she didn't want to go back to the house to talk with Darien. What if he was really going to marry Rei? He sounded serious enough. "There's beer in the fridge, Darien. Help yourself." He didn't reply. It would have been ludicrous if he did. She preceded Diam to the front door and to the gate. She didn't step out, but moved aside for him to do so. His car was parked outside. Darien's was behind it. "Thanks for calling," she said, unsure if she meant it. "Serena," Diam said, his steel-grey eyes resting on her worried face, "are you considering going back to him?" She shook her head. "Certain?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "Because he looked positively livid back there. Like he has sole rights to you. I thought he was going to beat the living daylights out of me. Not that I wouldn't have fought back, mind you." "Diam, stop it, you're embarrassing me." She laughed. "For all I know, he's here to ask me to dance at his wedding." "As long as you're not the bride, I don't mind." "I'm sure." "Then goodbye for now." He unlocked the car. "Yes. Bye, Diam." When he was gone, Serena returned to the kitchen but did not immediately work on the salad. "'You like anything to go with that beer?" Darien looked up at her from slouching in the wooden chair in the kitchen table. Yes. You. "Are you serious about that guy?" "I could be." It's the truth, wasn't it? She was not saying that because of pride, she consulted never had a pride where Darien was concerned. "Would you like me to talk to the kids about him?" he offered. She turned her back on him, made a pretense of peeling some carrots. "Will you?" Her heart was being squeezed inside her. She dropped the peeler on the counter. "Why not?" He grabbed her waist for her to face him. She didn't even realize that he had got up and he was now very close to her. His voice was vindictive. "After all, you're no more to me now than just the mother of my children." And do you know how much that means to me? "Of course I know that. You have no need to remind me all the time." She bowed her head, couldn't help the sob that choked her. She tried to wriggle out of his firm hold, but he used his other hand to force her to look up at him. "Then tell me, tell me why I can't forget that you're mine." And as if he couldn't stomach that fact, he neatly stormed out of the house, leaving her body trembling and her mind in a daze.