She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett’s POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

“Sebastian…” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to–” She stands up, her plate in her

hands.

She wants to move over.

“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”

Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside

grabs my wrist

and Ava

by his wife,” He gives

in his damn face!

know he said that to stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with

sit with his wife?!

the table with a heavy move. Everyone turns to

Sebastian.

much that she would murder me. Then he would be free of me without begging

doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head and murmurs: “I’m sorry,

look away. Even looking at the jerk’s face

in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at me, “I will forgive you

drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do

a big bowl of steamy chicken wings with both her hand, coming out of the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to

it.” ULY E

I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy

He Stole My

heart tickles hearing that he knew

cup of ice coke on the table