The soft glow of morning sunlight spilled through the kitchen windows as Serenity stirred her coffee absentmindedly. She couldn’t shake the memory of Ryan’s words from last night—"I need your help.” It wasn’t just his plea that lingered; it was the way his guarded demeanor had faltered, revealing cracks she’d never seen before. She wasn’t prepared for this... for him.
At the clinic, Ryan was caught off guard as Serenity strode in, clipboard in hand. “What are you doing here?” he asked, startled.
“Well,” she began, her tone light but her pulse racing, “if I’m going to be your fake ex-wife, I should probably know what’s going on in your life, don’t you think?”
Ryan raised a skeptical brow. “I thought you just needed the check.”
Serenity leaned against the counter, her eyes locking with his. “You’re not as inscrutable as you think, Ryan. I can see you trying to shoulder the world alone, and for Lily’s sake... maybe you don’t have to.”
The roles had shifted without either of them realizing it. Ryan wasn’t the only one orchestrating this charade anymore; Serenity was determined to make it work. But even as she tried to convince herself it was just about the money, she couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in her chest every time he looked at her.
That evening, as Serenity rehearsed their backstory, she slipped up, mentioning details about his high school football days. “How do you know that?” Ryan asked, his curiosity piqued.
Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, “Melissa might’ve... mentioned it?”
Ryan studied her, the slightest smirk on his lips. “Or maybe someone’s been paying attention longer than I thought.”
Serenity looked away quickly, but the damage was done. Ryan had noticed—really noticed—her for the first time, and it left them both more unsettled than they cared to admit.