SEVENTY EIGHT

I don’t even know how I was able to escape Michael's demand for an explanation; maybe it was because of Leo’s cry for help that I quickly used the opportunity. I grabbed Seth’s hand while he stood amongst the workers trying to explain the situation and took him to the back of the garage, where no one could see us.

“What happened, Seth? Why did you do it? Why have you chosen to ruin me in this way?” I began punching him on the chest to at least answer me. I felt weak, and a response from him would give me a reason to understand his side of the story, but his silence was annoying. “Tell me something, Seth, I beg."

“I told her because Bella doesn’t deserve to be put in the same position as your husband; she doesn’t deserve to be kept in the dark, Scarlett,” Seth finally said as he held my hands from offering soft punches.

“And what about me? What about me, Seth? Did you not think about me, or am I not important? Just a fuck buddy."

“Shush,” Seth closed my mouth with his. That short kiss