Chapter 29
Serena thought of Lennox’s deep, dark eyes and felt a surge of uncertainty.
“Oh, if it really comes down to it, just tell him you have two kids. That should put an end to his pursuit.”
“Alright.”
That seemed to be the only way forward, for now, a tentative plan taking shape amidst the chaos.
That afternoon, Serena received the script for “Legacy of Ash, sent by Lyle.
She had read the original novel and knew the fantasy world it portrayed was vast and magnificent. Some scenes would be challenging to recreate, so the script had undergone some alterations.
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She received the complete script because she played an important supporting role. When Serena held the script in her trembling hands, excitement coursed through her body. She resolved to become a person of great influence, believing that only then would she have the chance to confront Shawn. However, the thought of him brought forth a creeping darkness that settled in her heart.
Closing her eyes, she struggled to suppress the negative emotions threatening to engulf her. The summer sun blazed unforgivingly above her, its scorching rays seeming capable of melting the very ground beneath
her feet.
On a hillside in Alderspring, Serena wore a flowing black dress as she ascended the stone steps. Her sprained ankle had not yet healed, but her careful pace masked the pain. The black fabric clung to her, absorbing the heat, yet she appeared oblivious to the sun’s relentless assault. Her delicate face bore no trace of emotion, almost like a mask shielding her from the world.
Soon, she arrived at her destination. This was the largest cemetery in Alderspring. Standing next to a gravestone, she gazed at the youthful, radiant smile captured in the stone. Her eyes became glassy, unresponsive, as she whispered softly, “Serena…”
Kneeling before the gravestone, she confronted the marker of her past life. Today marked the seventh day since her death, yet no one had come to pay their respects. A self–deprecating chuckle escaped her lips, echoing in the stillness around her.
Gently, she caressed the photograph embedded in the stone. It was one of the few snapshots from her life- an image from her early days in show business, showcasing her youthful innocence. In that photograph, a girl smiled brightly, her joy blooming like a flower, pure and untainted.
Only she could possess such a bizarre experience–living in an unfamiliar body while staring at her own gravestone.
Serena picked up a wilted white chrysanthemum resting at the base of the gravestone. The petals drooped sadly, and the once–vibrant blooms were now tinged with yellow, a reminder of a long–faded beauty.
Today, I come to say my final goodbye.”
Leaning against the gravestone like an old friend, her voice remained calm and steady. “Serena, after today, it is the there will no longer be anyone by that name in this world. No one will remember you. From now on, current Serena who will live on. But rest assured, I will seek my revenge.”
Not for herself, but for her poor child.
Serena’s eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. She had never even known the gender of her baby before her untimely death. “I will not let your death be in vain…”
Shawn and Lorelai–she would not spare either of them.
Steadying herself against the gravestone, she rose to her feet. Just as she turned, her body froze.
Standing about ten meters away were a man and a woman, both dressed in black. Even from that distance, she would recognize them anywhere, even if they were reduced to ashes.
Shawn.
Lorelai.
The pair stood beneath the sun, one tall and handsome, the other delicate and seemingly fragile–a picture- perfect couple. Yet their happiness was built upon the sacrifice of two lives.
How audacious they were to come here, to “thank her for saving Lorelai and her child.
The world around her seemed to be engulfed in crimson, and Serena clenched her fists tightly. She yearned to hush at them, to drag them down with her. But the flicker of reason held her back.
