Chapter 32

Serena's POV I watch Ryan's eyes widen slightly at my threat. Good. Let him be surprised. I'm not the doormat he married anymore. When he doesn't make another move, I force a smile back onto my face and walk toward another group of potential clients. Throughout the evening, I notice him lurking in the corner, drinking steadily. I instinctively reach for my phone, almost texting him to stop—his stomach can't handle that much alcohol. Then I catch myself. We're divorced. If he wants to drink himself sick, that's his problem now. I deliberately turn my back and focus on the investors in front of me. By the time the gala ends and I've seen off the last guest, he's nowhere in sight. I assume he's finally gone home. The venue is only a short walk from my apartment. Rather than call a car, I decide to enjoy the night air and clear my head. My feet are killing me after hours in heels, but I came prepared. I swap my stilettos for the flats I stashed in my clutch and feel instantly revitalized.