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.

ground, pulling the divorce papers out.

disgust fills his beautiful eyes, shouting

it wouldn’t be that

see

I want to ask, I don’t know

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

know I missed my chance

a cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain.

even notice, just turns

heart drumming fast, “you…you

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

I have

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

to myself, I

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

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

forming an ugly smile, I assume. Because his

but he is turning again. He

you finish your

you miss me, even a bit, if I’m gone from your life…forever? I stare at the

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

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