Monica pulled a second set of papers from her bag and handed them to Wesley with a look of profound professional distaste. “These are temporary occupancy restrictions, and you have exactly one hour to pack a suitcase of essentials before you are required to vacate.”
Wesley’s head snapped up in shock, his eyes wide as he realized Serena wasn’t just removing his mother. “You’re kicking me out too? Serena, I’m your husband, and we can move past one bad afternoon if we just try.”
“It wasn’t one bad afternoon,” Serena replied as she watched the locksmith hand her a new set of silver keys. “It was eight months of watching you choose her cruelty over my safety, and I am finally done being your collateral damage.”
The locksmith finished the first door, and the sound of the new bolt sliding home felt like the first breath of fresh air Serena had taken in a year. She stepped inside her home, followed by Monica and the officers, leaving Wesley and Beverly standing on the porch like ghosts.