Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 8

During this time, she had stopped fighting with Aaron about Cynthia Lynwood. This realization struck Aaron like a blow to the heart.

"Serena, Cynthia returned because..."

"That's where we had our first date." Serena interrupted, stepping out of the car. She had no desire to hear Cynthia Lynwood's name.

Aaron followed her out.

Serena stood in front of a food stall selling fried cheese curds.

As the heir to the Vance family, the wealthiest in Alderburg, Aaron was usually shielded from such everyday delights.

But Serena loved dragging Aaron into the hidden corners of the city to sample street food.

This particular stall was the first place she had introduced him to the joys of street food. She still remembered the way Aaron had scrunched up his nose when the fried cheese curds were served, his expression as if he'd just encountered a peculiar alien dish.

orders of fried cheese curds, please," Serena called out, snapping back

seat," the stall owner replied, momentarily distracted

Even after four years, she remembered every detail, right down to the way the forks were

fork with a disinfectant wipe. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "You know, we could be like we

No silent treatments. Just

into a mocking smile. "Maybe we could, if

doesn't

will be resolved soon. We can go back to how things

did he notice how cold her hands were. Panic clenched his heart, and he held

Serena's heart wavered.

"No chance. Tonight, I'm..."

could finish, Aaron's phone rang. It was the ringtone he had

for almost believing Aaron's empty promises, thinking they could rewind

Grayson. "Aaron, you need to get to

my way,"