Two days later, Serena used some random excuse about “checking in on them” and showed up at their apartment.
Violet opened the door. The surprise flickered across her face for a moment, but she still offered a polite smile and stepped aside to let Serena in.
Serena arched a brow—she hated how this place wasn’t hers. Well, technically it should’ve been. It used to belong to her husband.
After he died, she figured it would default back to her, but he'd already signed the papers long ago—this apartment was Julian’s eighteenth-birthday gift.
And when he passed, Julian was only one month away from turning eighteen. Serena had known nothing about it until the property transferred over. By then, it was too late for her to contest anything.
So now walking in like a “guest” made her chest ti
