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 out. He reaches over,

his beautiful eyes, shouting at

knew it wouldn’t be that

to not see his

I want to ask, I don’t know

catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh:

I missed my chance for my

cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain. It’s really nothing compared to the ones he left on

doesn’t even notice, just

with my heart drumming fast, “you…you

look like a pitiful dog begging

have to

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

myself, I

in that out-of-nowhere blurt: “I didn’t

feelings as priority to all, like always. No matter how much he wants her, he wouldn’t even allow her to bear a shred of pain, even if the pain from

my mouth, forming an ugly smile, I assume. Because his frowning deepens

again. He stops,

your nonsense all

even a bit, if I’m gone from your life…forever? I 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 bit my tongue twisting my question into a normal

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