Chapter 2

“I’m fine, just a twisted ankle,” Serena said softly.

Julian was still worried, calling a doctor to examine her carefully.

Only when the doctor personally confirmed she was alright did his tightly furrowed brows finally relax.

“Since the doctor’s here, have them check on the household staff too.”

Julian’s gaze swept over me.

Serena followed his gaze and then suddenly clutched her chest, dry heaving.

“I feel awful.”

Someone nearby gasped, “Could Mrs. Sterling be pregnant?”

My body went rigid.

Julian half-knelt, asking her gently, “What do you want to eat? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it.”

“I want pastries from Audrey’s Bistro. Have Audrey go buy them, she knows the place best.”

Serena pointed at me.

Audrey’s Bistro was a gift from Julian to me.

He used to say that the pastries there were only to be made for me.

At the time, I laughed, telling him he had no business sense—how could a shop be open if it didn’t serve anyone else?

Whispers rose from the crowd. “I heard Audrey’s Bistro never sells to outsiders.”

Serena smiled sweetly. “Actually, Julian opened Audrey’s Bistro especially for me. Julian said those pastries are just for me.”

Everyone murmured in understanding, praising Serena’s luck and envying Julian’s devotion.

Julian looked at me. “Since Serena wants it, have the driver take you.”

Serena frowned. “Julian, the driver needs to take guests home later. Audrey is just staff. If she sits in the car, won’t she get it dirty for the guests?”

“Audrey, call a taxi yourself.”

The Sterling mansion was nestled in the exclusive hillside estates. Taxis never came up here.

With Julian’s silent consent, I limped out, dragging my injured leg.

Every step felt like a needle piercing my knee.

Five hours later, I returned home, clutching a box of pastries from Audrey’s Bistro.

The party had long since ended.

Serena said flatly, “Took you this long? The pastries are stale now.”

She tossed them directly into the trash.

I stared at the pastries spilled in the bin, the character “Audrey” on the packaging glaringly obvious.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Julian walked over just as Serena started to cry pitifully. “Julian, she said the pastries from Audrey’s Bistro were made for *her*, and that I wasn’t worthy to eat them. She said she’d rather throw them in the trash than let me have them!”

Julian’s face went dark. He immediately ordered his assistant to rename Audrey’s Bistro to Serena’s Bistro. He looked at Serena with tender eyes. “There’s no more Audrey’s Bistro. From now on, Serena’s Bistro is all yours.”

Serena’s cheeks flushed red as she leaned into Julian’s embrace. “You’re so good to me.”

My vision blurred with tears. The scene before me was blinding. My chest felt stuffed with cotton, and I choked out, “Julian Sterling, let’s get a divorce.”