Scarlett’s POV

I put out the cigarette on the bin when her door opens.

Sebastian frowns at me, remaining by the door, half of a hallway from me. He hates me smoking. He would glare at me, scold me, or like this — standing far away with disgust on his face.

It’s a gross habit, but a woman needs SOMETHING to let out the pain in her chest or she will burst. But then again, if his delicate Ava could afford such a habit, he would definitely join her instead.

“So?” He puts one hand in his pocket, glaring at me when he finally walks over. He does that when he is impatient. As in, all the time with me.

I gaze at his face, handsome and dominant, just like the day he found me in that forest. But at that time those eyes were clear like crystal, with sparkles like the Milky Way. Right now it’s pure darkness of hatred.

He snaps his finger to get my attention.

my eyes to the ground, pulling the divorce papers

his beautiful eyes,

knew it wouldn’t

have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my

anything if I’m pregnant? I

I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your

missed my chance for my

of my thumb. I grip my

doesn’t even notice, just

heart drumming

watch him turning slowly, knowing I must look like a pitiful

have to

if at this point, which would hurt more. A shred of hope…or not even that. I’m just…asking for

to myself, I

got my question in that out-of-nowhere blurt:

her feelings as priority to all, like always. No matter how much he wants her, he wouldn’t even

smile, I assume.

but he is turning again. He stops, again, this time

your nonsense all

miss me, even a bit, if I’m gone from your life…forever? I stare at the man that I loved for ten years,

done with it?” I almost bit my tongue twisting my

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