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,

beautiful eyes,

it wouldn’t be

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

I

to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I

know I missed my

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 compared to the ones he left

notice, just turns to

I blurt with my heart drumming

knowing I must look like a

have

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

to myself,

that out-of-nowhere blurt: “I didn’t want to give her

feelings as priority to all, like always. No matter how much he wants her, he wouldn’t even allow her to bear a

mouth, forming an ugly smile,

turning again.

your nonsense all

I stare at

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

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