CEO's Regret After I Divorced-Chapter 377 You’re Serena Quinn

Serena’s POV

"Mrs. Lancaster, you’re absolutely right," she said, her voice calm yet somehow familiar. "I didn’t come for the Storm’s Eye collection, though it truly is magnificent work."

My shoulders tensed. Another one of them. Another person claiming to know me, to have some piece of my past locked away in their memories while mine remained stubbornly blank.

"Let me guess," I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice. "You’re here to tell me I’m not Serena Lancaster, that I’m actually someone else with a whole other life waiting for me?"

A flicker of something—pain, recognition—crossed her face before she composed herself.

"I’m here because I believe we’re sisters," she said simply.

Sisters. The word hit me like a physical blow.

"I don’t have a sister," I replied automatically, the rehearsed line I’d told myself for years. But even as I said it, doubt crept in, cold and insidious.

Zoe didn’t flinch at my rejection. Instead, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small velvet pouch.

"Before you ask me to leave, would you look at this? Please."

Against my better judgment, I took the pouch, feeling something small and metallic inside. When I emptied it into my palm, a delicate gold bracelet tumbled out—a thin chain with a small pendant shaped like half a heart.

My breath caught. Something about it... the weight of it in my hand felt right somehow.

"Turn it over," Zoe said softly.

I did. There, engraved in flowing script: "S & Z."

"Serena and Zoe," she whispered. "I have the other half."

She pulled back her sleeve to reveal an identical bracelet on her wrist, but with the other half of the heart.

"We got them on your sixteenth birthday. You designed them yourself—your first real jewelry design. You said it was cheesy, but you made them anyway."

My fingers trembled as I traced the engraving. A memory—or was it just my imagination?—flickered at the edges of my mind: laughter, candlelight, the smell of chocolate cake.

"This doesn’t prove anything," I said, but my voice lacked conviction. "You could have had this made after seeing me in the news."

Zoe leaned forward, her eyes—my eyes?—searching my face. "Ask me anything. About our childhood home. The scar on your left knee from when you fell climbing the apple tree in our grandmother’s garden. How you used to sneak into my room during thunderstorms because you were afraid but too proud to admit it."

My heart hammered against my ribs. The scar on my knee—I’d always told myself it was from a childhood fall. A generic explanation for something I couldn’t remember.

"Our parents’ names," I challenged, desperate to catch her in a lie.

"Liam and Hazel Quinn," she answered without hesitation.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I sank into the chair across from her, the bracelet clutched in my fist so tightly the edges cut into my palm.

"If what you’re saying is true," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, "then who am I? Really?"

"You’re Serena Quinn," she said gently. "Third daughter of the Quinn family. Sister. Designer. And yes, for a time, you were Serena Blackwood, Ryan Blackwood’s wife."

Ryan’s wife. The words echoed in my head, bringing with them a flood of confusion and pain.

"No," I shook my head, fighting against the implications. "I’m married to Cedric. I have a daughter with him."

Zoe’s expression softened with something like pity. "Serena, three years ago you disappeared after a car accident. We searched for you everywhere. Everyone thought you were dead."

"Stop," I whispered, pressing my fingers to my temples where a headache was blooming. "Just stop."

"The family misses you," Zoe continued, her voice cracking slightly. "Maya’s been beside herself since she saw you at the fashion show. She’s pregnant, by the way—you’re going to be an aunt."

Maya. The woman who’d wept over me like I was a ghost made flesh.

"I can’t—" My voice failed me. "This is too much."

"I know," Zoe said, reaching across to touch my hand. I flinched but didn’t pull away. "I’m not asking you to come home right now. I’m not asking you to leave your life. I just want you to consider the possibility that there’s more to your story than you know."

The bracelet in my hand seemed to grow heavier by the second. If I was Serena Quinn, then who was the woman I’d been for the past three years? A fiction? A lie?

And if I was Ryan’s wife...

The thought sent another jolt of pain through my chest.

"Cedric will be back soon," I said, suddenly desperate for her to leave before my world crumbled completely. "you need to leave."

Something hardened in Zoe’s eyes at the mention of Cedric’s name. "Has he told you how he found you? After the accident?"

"And you don’t find it convenient that the man who ’rescued’ you just happened to be someone who’d wanted to marry you years before?"

The implication in her words made my blood run cold. No, Cedric wouldn’t... He wouldn’t have...

But hadn’t I just been questioning everything? The gaps in my story, the inconsistencies that I’d brushed aside?

"Take this," Zoe said, pressing a card into my hand. "My number. When you’re ready to talk more—or if you ever need anything—call me. Day or night."

I took the card mechanically, my mind racing.

"And Serena?" she added, rising to her feet. "Be careful who you trust. Not everyone who claims to love you has your best interests at heart."

As I watched her walk toward the door, panic seized me. "Wait!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She turned, hope flashing across her face.

"The bracelet," I said, holding it out. "You should take it back."

Zoe smiled, sad but determined. "Keep it. It’s yours. It’s always been yours."