If Wilmer had only been venting for Brionne before, now, he was actually pissed.
He grabbed Serena’s wrist hard, teeth clenched.
“You woman… you’ve got some nerve!”
Serena’s expression didn’t change. “It’s just a pendant. Why are you so worked up?”
She looked straight at him.
“Or what, is your memory back already?”
A flicker passed through Wilmer’s eyes in less than half a second. So fast it was almost impossible to catch.
“No,” he said coldly. “But you told me about it before. When you were trying to prove I loved you.”
His tone sounded accusatory. “So, this is how you treat someone’s feelings?”
Serena’s face turned even colder.
She never told him.
But she didn’t bother exposing the lie.
She shook off his hand and walked away without a second thought.
She didn’t even want him anymore. Why would she care about anything else?
Wilmer’s expression stiffened slightly.
One of his men spoke up carefully, “Sir… you think she’s actually serious this time?”
“She’s not,” Wilmer said instinctively.
He knew Serena. She kept her promises.
As long as he hadn’t “regained his memory,” no matter how far he crossed the line, no matter how badly he treated her, she would never leave him.
Still… something about tonight felt off.
Wilmer frowned, a faint unease creeping in.
After a moment, he pulled out his phone and called a friend, someone who worked as a psychologist, and asked him to analyze Serena’s behavior.
“I can’t say for sure unless I talk to her,” his friend said, “but… sometimes, when gentle methods don’t work to help someone recover their memory, doctors suggest more extreme approaches. To stimulate them. Trigger something.”
Wilmer understood immediately.
The darkness in his eyes cleared.
So that’s it. Serena had just changed her approach, trying to force his memories back.
For a brief moment, he actually felt a little bad for her.
There was even a second where he almost told her the truth.
But then he saw Brionne running toward him from a distance.
And just like that, the thought disappeared.
After leaving, Serena checked into a luxury hotel.
The divorce papers were already signed. Now it was just a matter of waiting a few days for the process to go through.
Once it was done, she could finally leave everything behind.
That night, it started raining.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. After a while, she got up and went to the biggest shooting range in the city.
After firing a hundred rounds, she rubbed her sore, numb hand. The pressure in her chest finally eased just a little.
“Well, well.” An annoying voice came from behind her.
Serena turned and saw Brionne, raising a brow as she looked her up and down.
“Oh, I was wondering who it was. Turns out it’s Mrs. Marchetti.”
She emphasized “Mrs. Marchetti” with heavy sarcasm.
Serena ignored her, lowering her head to reload her gun.
But Brionne didn’t leave. Instead, she lazily showed off the faint hickeys on her body and said, “You know, after Wilmer burned down your house, he took me to an auction and spent hundreds of millions on me.”
“Bitch, being a wife like you? Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you.”
Serena finally looked at her. “What are you trying to say?”
Brionne’s expression turned serious. “Leave Wilmer. He doesn’t love you. Stop clinging to him!”
Serena wasn’t exactly known for having a good temper. She shot back, “Are you blind? I already signed the divorce papers.”
But just like Wilmer, Brionne didn’t believe her. “If you really can let him go,” she said, “then when Wilmer and I get married, I’ll make sure you get a seat at the main table.”
Serena let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
Brionne really knew how to disgust people.
She stopped responding, turned back to her target, and raised her gun.
But suddenly, a slap resounded.
Brionne hit herself. Then let out a cry and collapsed to the floor. “Ouch!”
The next second, Wilmer appeared at the entrance.
Seeing the scene, he quickly walked over and helped her up. “You okay?”
Brionne covered her face, tears in her eyes. “Wilmer…your wife hit me!”
Wilmer’s gaze shot toward Serena like a blade.
His voice dropped. “Who gave you the guts to lay a hand on Brionne?”
Serena didn’t speak.
She hadn’t expected that after ten years together, he wouldn’t even give her basic trust.
But then she quickly understood. Maybe it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her.
Maybe he was just keeping up his “amnesia” act.
After all, when he really had lost his memory, he’d always blindly sided with Brionne.
If that was the case, there was nothing left to argue. She just turned her eyes to Brionne.
That lunatic had hit herself pretty hard. Her face was already red and swollen, her lip split, a bit of blood showing.
But…
Serena raised her gun. Without hesitation, she aimed at Bionne, and then pulled the trigger.
Gasps erupted around them. And Serena met Wilmer’s suddenly shrinking pupils.
“This,” she said coldly, “is what it actually looks like when I hit someone.”
