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.

pulling the divorce papers

disgust fills his beautiful eyes, shouting at

wouldn’t be

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

I want to ask,

deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I

I missed my chance

it 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,

heard you,” I blurt with my heart drumming fast,

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

have

A shred of hope…or not even

myself,

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

putting her feelings as priority to all, like always. No matter how much he

my mouth, forming an ugly smile, I assume. Because

again. He stops, again, this time even

you finish your

stare at the man

done with it?” I almost bit my tongue twisting

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