The night had settled over the city, neon lights flickering dimly along the streets. In a quiet, luxurious apartment, Serena Jackson sat in silence on the sofa, still wearing the dress from the court hearing earlier that day. Her eyes were swollen, her lips cracked from hours of holding back tears and fury.
Her phone buzzed on the table. The screen flashed the name: Vanesa.
Serena answered it half-heartedly.
“Hello,” she said softly.
“Serena?” Vanesa’s cheerful voice rang on the other end. “I just heard the news. Are you okay?”
Serena sighed. “Do you think I’d be okay after being officially divorced—in public?”
“Probably not,” Vanesa chuckled. “But… maybe it’s time we talked about something more important.”
“If you called to cheer me up, don’t bother. Nothing could make me feel bett
