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.

divorce papers

his beautiful eyes, shouting at

it wouldn’t

to not see his hurtful look,

it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want

him rolling his eyes with

missed my chance

raise the file only an inch, and he snaps it out of me, leaving a cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain. It’s really nothing

even notice, just

heart

I must look

I have to

don’t know if at this point, which would hurt more. A shred of hope…or

to myself, I

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

all, like always. No matter how much he

mouth, forming an ugly smile, I

he is turning again. He stops, again,

finish your nonsense

your life…forever? I stare at the man that

papers to Aurora when you are done with it?” I almost bit my

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