Serena's POV.

I stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed after washing up. Richard was waiting for me, his eyes locked on mine.

"Serena, please, can we talk?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

I brushed past him, my shoulder grazing his. "No, we can't. You said everything you needed to say that day," I replied, my voice firm and detached.

I began to rummage through his wardrobe, searching for something. "What are you looking for?" Richard asked, his curiosity piqued.

I turned to face him, a sly smile spreading across my face.

"Contraceptives. I don't want to get trapped with your child in my precious womb,"...