Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband
Chapter 121: Serena’s morning

Chapter 121: Serena’s morning

In the past:

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Serena jolted awake, startled by the sudden noise and commotion around her. She blinked rapidly, her heart racing, and turned to see Jane hovering over her, shaking her gently. Serena rubbed her eyes groggily, trying to gather her bearings. "What’s going on?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

It had been the first time in what felt like forever that she’d slept so peacefully. In her dreams, her father had appeared, just as he used to, his presence comforting and familiar. She could still feel the ghost of his hand softly stroking her hair, a gesture that had always made her feel safe. The memory lingered as she woke, leaving her with a faint smile on her lips. But the peaceful moment was quickly shattered by Jane’s sense of urgency.

"Come on, get up!" Jane urged, her voice a mix of excitement and impatience. "You need to come with me right now. It’s a surprise, okay? Hurry!"

As Serena sat on the staircase, still groggy from being woken up, she noticed Jane’s excitement hadn’t wavered. Jane kept glancing at her, as if waiting for something big to happen, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Serena shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what was coming, when suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps and slamming doors echoed through the hallway.

One by one, everyone began stumbling out of their rooms, looking disheveled and frantic. The air was thick with complaints and angry muttering as they rubbed their arms and legs, red and swollen from what could only have been a full-on insect assault. Serena’s eyes widened in surprise as more and more of the house’s occupants appeared, all of them scratching furiously, their faces a mix of frustration and disgust.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Lydia exclaimed, swatting at a mosquito that buzzed around her face. "There are bugs everywhere in my room! I couldn’t sleep for more than ten minutes without something biting me!" She stomped her foot in frustration, causing a plant pot to wobble precariously near the door.

MeanwhileUncle Daniel staggered into the hallway, his shirt half-buttoned, hair sticking up in every direction. "What is that smell?" he groaned, holding his nose. "It’s like something died in there!"

Serena’s eyes flicked up to the source of the chaos, noticing the plants spilling out from the open doorways. The hallway reeked of damp soil and an overwhelming scent of something earthy, like a jungle had sprouted inside the house. The plants were everywhere — large ferns, hanging vines, and potted flowers that had been crammed into every room. Their leaves brushed against people’s heads as they emerged, making the entire scene more surreal.

"The greenhouse," Serena whispered, realization dawning on her as she exchanged a look with Jane. " The plants from the greenhouse... were moved into everyone’s rooms." Her voice held a hint of satisfaction, knowing exactly what that meant. The plants, while beautiful, had been a nightmare for her to endure, and now it seemed everyone else was getting a taste of it.

Jane barely contained a smirk. "Looks like the bugs had a feast," she said, barely able to hide her glee as she turned to explain," When the mistress discovered what you had been forced to endure, she told us to clean that place out. I thought that was the end of it! But last night, she ordered all the plants that had been cleared out be sent to everyone’s room early in the morning. She really wanted to avenge you."

"Let’s go, before someone sees us."

Having said that, Serena was quickly taken away by Jane. But as she turned back, she caught a glimpse of her grandmother standing there, staring at everyone. Something in that moment changed everything.

In the present:

Serena woke up with a start, her heart racing as if she had been pulled from a long-forgotten dream. The feeling of vindication, sharp and undeniable, still lingered in her chest, just as it had that morning years ago. It took her a few disoriented moments to remember that she wasn’t the same little Serena anymore, caught in a whirlwind of youthful emotions. No, she was older now—wiser, too, probably. And, just like before, her grandmother had made sure she would have the tools to exact her revenge.

She sighed, her body heavy with exhaustion despite having slept like a log the previous night. It was strange—her body had rested, but her mind hadn’t stopped for a second. All the memories she had buried due to the accident seemed to have resurfaced, playing on an endless loop in her dreams. Faces, moments, the weight of old emotions—they had all swirled around in her head, leaving her more fatigued than before she’d gone to sleep.

Serena straightened up slowly, her muscles stiff from the tension that still clung to her. She rubbed her eyes, willing herself to shake off the drowsiness that lingered like a shadow. There was so much to be done—so many tasks waiting for her attention. But where was she supposed to begin? A hundred thoughts rushed through her mind, each one demanding to be dealt with immediately, yet none offering a clear starting point.

It reminded her of the time when she had discovered of Grandma’s death. She threw herself back on the bed and thought of the time she had proposed a contract marriage to Owen, someone she had considered a friend. Only to be betrayed.. She shook her head on the pillow. Was she only supposed to receive betrayal in this life?

She closed her eyes. It would have been so much better if she had never returned to these horrible memories. She could have lived a happy life with Aiden and Grandma Mabel. The names brought a smile to her face. No wonder, she’d felt so attached to Mabel Hawk. Even though she was much more flambouyant than her grandmother, both the women were made of steel, always inspiring her.

She closed her eyes and thought of her own grandmother and sighed,"I am alone all over again, grandma. What should I do now? I have no friends.. no family... no one..."

Before she could continue, however, a voice from the bedside spoke up," What am I then?A potato?"