Serena's POV
I watch Ryan's eyes widen slightly at my threat. Good. Let him be surprised. I'm not the doormat he married anymore.
When he doesn't make another move, I force a smile back onto my face and walk toward another group of potential clients.
Throughout the evening, I notice him lurking in the corner, drinking steadily.
I instinctively reach for my phone, almost texting him to stop—his stomach can't handle that much alcohol. Then I catch myself.
We're divorced. If he wants to drink himself sick, that's his problem now. I deliberately turn my back and focus on the investors in front of me.
By the time the gala ends and I've seen off the last guest, he's nowhere in sight. I assume he's finally gone home.
The venue is only a short walk from my apartment. Rather
