Chapter5 Logan owned plenty of properties , but only one carried Serena's name . That home was in Southbridge Residences , gifted by the Fairchild family after they learned she was pregnant . Now , with divorce looming and her patience long gone , she wanted quiet . She wanted distance from both Logan and Sloane . So she suggested calmly , " Isn't there a house in Southbridge ? Why not let Ms. Hart stay there ? It would be more convenient . " Logan frowned . " That's your house . " " Then let her have it , " Serena replied . She turned toward the stairs , already done with the conversation . " You're not going to have any ? " Logan called after her , motioning to the steaming bowl on the table . " No. " She hated seafood , especially clamchowder . When Serena came back downstairs later , the living room was empty . Only the housekeeper remained , clearing the table . " Mrs. Fairchild , " the woman explained , " Mr. Fairchild and Ms. Hart went to Southbridge Residences . " " I see . " Her tone was light , almost indifferent . Moments later , Logan's number flashed on her phone . " I won't be home tonight , " he said . " Sloane's afraid of the dark . I'll stay with her. " " Alright . " Her easy agreement caught him off guard . His voice softened , tinged with guilt . " I'm sorry , Serena . Sloane's still young , childish , really . She's afraid of the dark , and keeps imagining things . I couldn't just leave her . But tomorrow's your birthday. I'll come back to spend it with you . How about that ? " " Yeah . " Serena gave no more than a vague hum , then ended the call . Her gaze swept the room . The walls were covered in children's posters and bright cutouts , things Logan's mother had put up to encourage her pregnancy . She had even brought boxes of traditional herbal tonics , insisting they would help her conceive . Serena had dutifully endured them for months before finally conceiving. And now the child was gone . The marriage , too , was about to end . What was the point of these decorations anymore ? She dragged a chair over , climbed up carefully , and began tearing the pictures down one by one . " Mrs Fairchild ! " the housekeeper gasped . " Please , don't climb so high . What if something happens to the baby ? " " It doesn't matter . " Her voice was calm , almost detached . She stuffed the torn posters into a trash bag and told the housekeeper to throw them out . Then she picked up the phone and called an attorney . By the next afternoon , Victor Hayes , their longtime corporate lawyer , drafted the papers . Ms Whitmore , are you certain ! You don't want anything ? " " Yes . Nothing " ReelShort No houses , no cars , no money . She didn't want a single penny of Logan Fairchild's wealth . She wasn't destitute . She simply didn't need anything that came from him . " Very well . Review this draft , and if it looks fine , I'll have it printed . We'll finalize it at the firm . Also , shall I notify Mr. Fairchild ? " " Not yet . Please keep this between us until I sign . " " As you wish . " Victor left without prying further . But as he stepped out the front door , Logan walked in . He blinked at the sight of him . " Victor ? Why are you here ? " The lawyer's reply was smooth , rehearsed . " Mrs. Fairchild asked me to drop by . That's all . " Then he left in a hurry . Logan turned , suspicion clouding his face . " Why did you call him here ? " " It's nothing , " Serena said tiredly . Her eyes were shadowed with dark circles . She looked worn out . " You didn't sleep last night ? " she asked quietly . " Oh ... " Logan chuckled , rubbing the back of his neck . " That girl made me stay up watching horror movies with her . You know how Sloane is , terrified , but still insists on watching . We didn't sleep until morning . " As he spoke , his face lit up with an unguarded smile . He probably didn't even realize how happy he looked .. Serena couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him smile like that . Maybe the day he learned she was pregnant . Clusters