Central Park, Manhattan
Serena vanished from the penthouse the next morning. All night she couldn't sleep peacefully thinking about yesterday's events; being under the same roof with a husband who was nothing more than a loser compelled her to listen to ridiculous excuses.
"We're just having fun, baby!" he said again, more piercingly.
Ryan, you bastard!
She walked to carry the bag back to the small and dilapidated flat that was so safe and cozy for her, then lay down on the old, unused bed, recovering from weariness and fury.
Vanessa Pearl, the blonde, managed to wreck everything. If Serena hadn't gone to her husband's workplace, the two jerks would have ended up in a hotel bed, hiding the affair from her.
The weeping tears in her eyes were miserable, and her sobbing was even more heartbreaking. How desperate she is to get away from the numerous issues that have emerged since her marriage to Ryan McCarthy.