The Old Fires Glow, But Old Souls Never Return

Summary

I’d just boarded an international flight, my body still aching from an abortion hours earlier, when my phone buzzed. A notification from Marcus, my billionaire husband.

He’d sent fifty-two dollars.

“Serena forgot your sister’s surgery fees,” his message read. “This covers it. Your oversight. Next time, clear expenses over two hundred with Serena.”

“No reply? Don’t think carrying my child gives you free rein. Tomorrow, state publicly your sister’s crisis wasn’t Serena’s fault. Delaying surgery a few days—what’s the harm?”