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.

I dart my eyes to the ground, pulling the divorce papers out. He reaches over, and in panic, I

disgust fills his beautiful eyes, shouting at

knew it wouldn’t be that

this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful

I want to ask, I

his eyes with a sigh:

missed my chance

out of me, leaving a cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain. It’s really nothing compared to

doesn’t even notice, just

I blurt with my heart drumming fast, “you…you

watch him turning slowly, knowing I must look like a pitiful dog begging to be

I have to

would hurt more. A shred of hope…or not even that. I’m just…asking for the

to myself,

my question in that out-of-nowhere blurt: “I didn’t want to

like always. No matter how much he wants her, he wouldn’t even allow her to bear a shred of pain, even if

smile, I

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

you finish your nonsense

stare at the man that I loved for ten years, tears coming out

mail the papers to Aurora when you are done with it?” I almost

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