Chapter 45

Serena stood awkwardly at the doorway, half in, half out—totally stuck. How the heck was she supposed to explain this now? Was she supposed to tell him that she specifically prepped that pepper spray just in case her own husband acted shady? That was basically digging her own grave. Say it was from Jennifer? Nah, doesn’t add up. Jennifer’s always busy in the kitchen, groceries get delivered, she barely steps outside. She probably doesn’t even know something like pepper spray exists. Anyone else? All Matthew's people. Ivy! How could she forget about Ivy? Serena’s brain spun like crazy, and then she forced out a smile: “I think Ivy left it in my jacket back at school. She wore it once, and I just noticed it now...” Ivy, somewhere in the universe, was surely scowling like: What the hell?! Why am I suddenly taking the fall for this? A beat later, Matthew said coldly, “Get some rest,” and then after a pause, added, “And lock your door.” As the door to his room clicked shut behind him, Seren