Scarlett’s POV
My periods were never accurate, but still, I should have known.
Nausea, tiredness, change of taste...You’d think it would be obvious, but you never know until afterward how many signs you missed.
Just like how I have been missing the signs shouting at me that the man I was married to would never love me back no matter how hard I try.
I came to the health screening thinking, what’s the worst that could happen? If it were cancer, I could handle it. But this I couldn’t handle.
A baby.
The best thing coming at the worst time.
I don’t know when I’ll feel that powerful motherly love that I’ve heard about, but I’m sure of HIS reaction. He will hate the baby.
It might as well just turn out to be cancer. At least that would make one of us happy.
Sitting in the busy lobby of the maternity floor alone, I try to absorb the news. My efforts are in vain. My eyes suddenly water with envy of the happy, loving couples sitting around me. I have a luxury house to live in, a billionaire to call my husband, and his baby in my womb.
Yet they are the happy ones.
I would trade all of it for what they have: a man by my side who cares.
You really came at the worst time, little one. I touch my flat belly, bitterly. Why come when mama loved the wrong man? What do I do with you?
My phone rings, warning me that I can’t hide from my life forever. I stare at his name glowing on my screen, finding it hard to find my voice.
In the end I just put it to my ear, in silence. It took him a minute to realize that it went through but only a second before his shouts burst out--
“Scar, where the hell are you?!” Sebastian’s voice is grumpier than usual, “You said 9!”
I glance at my phone. 9: 07 am. That’s all the patience my dear husband can spare me. 7 minutes.
“Can we do it some other time?” I close my eyes, finding no strength to even think about our schedule, “I...I don’t feel too well today--”
I grip my purse tight. In it lie two files.
The pregnancy result and...our divorce papers. One an accident from the day, the other...long awaited. I don’t feel too good, but then again, I haven’t been for a while now. I just haven’t figured out what does the baby mean in all this.
He lets out a cold laugh. I bite my tongue, swallowing the rest of my words.
“YOU asked for the divorce, Scarlett Fuller. YOU said you would deliver that ‘damn divorce papers’ first thing today.” Sebastian mocks with an icy voice. I could see his look of disgust in my mind. I have seen it on his face for five years straight. “What did I tell you?”
I close my eyes, but somehow my tears keep leaking out.
[Don’t waste my time with this bullshit. You want a bigger allowance? That’s fine. But I don’t like being threatened.]
That’s what he said.
He thought I was throwing a tantrum with a divorce. As if that could threaten him in any way. Ever since we were married, his dearest wish has been for me to be gone.
Five years now. A wish THAT persistent deserves to be granted.
“You are right,” Frowning hard, I cut my nails deep in my palm to keep my voice steady, “Sorry I’m late. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”
“Don’t bother,” Sebastian huffs coldly. I could hear the sound of his car starting. “Ava’s final check is today and I have to go. I can’t wait for you.”
So that was why he was in such a hurry. I got in the way of him and his beloved. Again.
That’s her what? One millionth checkup after the surgery? MY husband has been bustling between our house and the hospital over the past three months like a busy bee. But I understand why he is anxious about it.
If she were better, then they could finally be together.
“I’ll deliver it to the hospital then,” I close my eyes and hang up. He might have said no in the last second, but I don’t care anymore.
I can’t control my heart for falling for him, but I can force my legs to leave him. In time, my heart will heal. Everything will.
What did I say? I have got luxury houses and a billionaire? What a joke. I STOLE them, and even though I lowered myself to such a cheap move, they were never really mine. For five years, they have deemed me as the evil dragon that bullies, takes, and holds on to her pelf. So for five years they judge, punish, and slay.
But I’m not.
I’m just a squirrel, failing to hold onto the only nut she ever wanted.
Scarlett’s POVSitting in the taxi to another hospital -- the hospital where SHE is, to see him. I feel sick. Carsick, morning sick, or just...sick of this trip.This is the trip I hate the most, and this is a trip I have been taking for ten years: she is always in the hospital, and he is always around her, even before our marriage.That’s what happens when your crush loves your sister who has Willebrand, combined with a RH- blood type, no less.Yes, the illness where one can’t heal from bleeding, with the blood type that only 0.3% of people have.Even a small cut on a finger could be lethal to her. That’s why she is the spoiled treasure of the whole family, the untouchable, the miracle that gets everything she wants by just existing.Me? Even my existence gets ignored.My parents have only Ava in their eyes. My brother hates me as if I stole my health from Ava.No, I just stole her man.But they hated me even before that. Marrying Sebastian only let their hidden hatred out of the bag
Scarlett’s POV“The bone marrow transplantation was three months ago, silly,” Sebastian’s chuckle follows her request out to the empty hallway.I put my hand on the doorknob, but I can’t seem to find the strength to turn it. I have seen how loving they are together, too many times for too long.As if torturing myself, I just freeze there, listening.“Today is just a regular checkup, and the result has been good every time before this, hmm?” Sebastian comforts.I could see his tender smile in my head as he coaxed the love of his life, his powerful palm patting her on the head like she was the most delicate flower in the world.That warmth and love are something I have had only once from him, and that one time I thought I touched the sun. For that one time of light I saw in my dark life, I threw myself to that sun, betting with everything I had.And just like the sun, he burnt me.No matter how much I loved him, no matter how much I did for him, I won’t ever get anything in return. Beca
Scarlett’s POVI 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.“Sorry...” I dart my eyes to the ground, pulling the divorce papers out. He reaches over, and in panic, I dodge.Instantly, disgust fills h
Scarlett’s POVAurora still took me to the airport. But she wouldn’t give me my ticket.Stuffed a cup of hot cocoa in my hands, she glares at me across McDonald’s tiny table like a fierce mom judging her truant kid.“I JUST found out today--” I start timidly and instantly she retorts--“Yeah, you said that!”It’s not like I planned any of this. I drop my eyes to my cocoa, can’t look at her. She’s mad, and I know why.She’s from a rich family. Beautiful, popular, two-meter-long legs, etc. But she wasn’t born rich. She watched her single mom work her ass off raising her, hating her irresponsible father her whole life, only to find out that he didn’t leave them, like what her mom told her. Her mom brought forward the breakup.She is seeing me doing exactly the same thing.“I won’t teach the baby to hate him...” I mumble, not dare look at the anger on her face. I know how much she has been through.“That’s not all!” Aurora shoots me a death stare, firing like a machine gun, “My mom lied t
Scarlett's POV“What was that?” Aurora blinks. My one-sentence phone call amazes her.I grip my phone, for the second time today, struggling with my plan. I just want to stop being hurt. Is it too much to ask? I close my eyes. A part of me wants to just grab the ticket and leave, letting the world burn behind me.But I can’t. If mom needs a blood transfusion, I need to be there. That’s what I’m in this family for. Their blood vessel.Please, lord, please tell me this phone call has nothing to do with my message to Sebastian.Between Mom really is injured, and Sebastian selling me out... I’m not sure which I hope is the situation.“I guess I’m not leaving today after all,” I let out a sigh, mumbling to Aurora, “I’m really sorry but...I need you to take me back.”“That’s great!” Aurora throws herself into me with genuine happiness in her voice, “That was him? What did he say? Is that always how you call each other?”With Mr. Fuller? Yes.My “dad”, never loved me. He had a deep flow of h
Sebastian’s POVI didn’t reply to Scar’s message. She would never leave. She just manipulates with threats like this.I might have spent too much time on Ava recently, and Scar is throwing a tantrum. She should understand that it’s a life on the line, even if that life belongs to the sister she hates.Not that I don’t understand Scar. I do. Being the healthy one, she is jealous of all the extra attention Ava is getting. That’s why she is the problem child. Always rebellious but proud, acting indifferent but begging for love. She is always looking for attention, with sour messages, tears, or a divorce.I didn’t think she would really give me a signed one. Think of the catastrophe if I dared to really go through with it.Surely enough, Scar came back.No longer with that half-empty suitcase either. I guess her show ends tonight.After all, today we got the best result on Ava’s blood platelet, almost reaching normal level. Today is the day Ava finally gets to live a normal life.“For a m
Scarlett's POVSitting on the cold floor, I realize I made my judgment too early.I thought my life used to be a living hell. How wrong was I. Though everyone treated me horribly, never did they lay a finger on me. After all, I was the precious blood vessel for the fragile Ava. They couldn’t afford to lose me.But not anymore.I palm my face, looking up slowly at the man I once called father, only to realize the coldness in his eyes: I’m still the blood vessel, just not “precious” anymore. I’m now a nice-to-have.After all, Ava is all but healed now.They won’t toss me away because I might still have value. What do they have to lose if I don’t get my chance of a normal life?For that slight “might”, I can’t have my freedom. I’m not allowed to leave the city and have my own life. They don’t care if my heart would be broken a million times every day here, seeing Sebastian with Ava. They don’t care that I might also need love, from somewhere, anywhere.And they can afford to physically hu
Sebastian’s POVThere are broken shards everywhere on the floor. I dare not put down Ava. Her blood platelet might have reached a normal level now, but no one dares to test if the monster that’s been haunting her is still lurking nearby.The last time Ava needed blood from Scar was because of a paper cut, literally. One that Scar caused no less.“...Please?” Scar mumbles when she walks over to me, not looking at me.“I can’t put her down, you know why.”Scar snorts coldly, finally looking up from under her messy hair. Jack must have slapped her really hard, to mess up her hair like that, as well as leaving a scarlet red palm print on her cheek.“Excuse me,” Scar says with a clear but cold tone that I’m not familiar with, “coming through.”I stopped Ava by the door.I frown, hating the sarcasm in Scar’s eyes. She knows why I misunderstood and she is mocking me for it. Every time I even just stood close to Ava she would come up and break us apart.“Where are you going?!” Jack yells behi
Silco finally nods with a proud smile, seeing Scar had led her to where he was leading her to go: “I think that would raise our chances by a lot, princess.”Scar’s eyes beam, not at the coming win, but at the proud look from Silco.She doesn’t even realize it.Never in the first twenty years of life has she tasted what being proud of feels like, and that’s not because of a lack of trying. For a very long time, she believed so long as she worked hard, she would get the praise from Jack and Anna just like Ava. She never did.It feels amazing.While Scar is enjoying her newfound secret, forbidden satisfaction, Lilith is amazed at the closeness shared between Scar and Silco that her best friend doesn’t seem to even notice herself. Does Scar still remember that she doesn’t even know the identity of this man? Scar looks up at him like a little lamb at her shepherd.What’s with this sudden, almost-father-daughter vibe?!“So we just wait?” Scar asks Silco, “What if they don’t make a move?”“Y
“Silco!” Still in the euphoric state, Scar springs off the sofa, demanding the man like a little girl, “You knew him?! Elijah Green? Did you know what a weirdo he was?! Who tells people that they look like their dead friend on the first time they meet?! Why on earth did you make me go to that horrible party?! You owe me an explanation!”Silco lets out a smirk, “Dead...friend? Interesting...” He laughs at her pout, rubbing her hair as he leads her back to the sofa: “The party was horrible? Then why did I hear that the Fuller’s mother-daughter pair put on quite a show to entertain?”Well, it WAS quite enjoyable when they panicked as their lies spilled all over the floor before Scar picked it up for them.Scar sticks her tongue out.“Sure, she begged me for mercy,” Scar shrugs, throwing herself back into the sofa with a loud sigh, “but they only wanted to keep up their lies in front of the Green Lady. I have been calling her about our deal and she hasn’t picked up yet. Pretty sure I got
“I have heard a lot about you,” Elijah Green grins at Scar, giving a meaningful glance in the Green Lady’s direction.The Fullers are pasting around the Green Lady again, like two buzzing flies that would always come back. Looking over, Scar couldn’t help but let out a snort, “So have I.” She says with a cold voice, “Is that what this conversation is for?”If he is here to fight for Ava, too. Scar frowns. She swears to God! She would—“I think they are lying to mom,” Elijah Green answers tamely, as if he doesn’t even hear the sarcasm in Scar’s tone. In Scar’s surprised look, the man laughs like a marshmallow, with a childish, mischievous shade in there, “Anyone who looks so much alike my dear -- hmm -- friend, couldn’t be a bully.”Every time he says that, he adds a pause in there as if it originally wasn’t a “friend”, but something else there. Weird. Scar thinks.“...but I bet you are fierce, no? I bet you are kind to people, but take the stand if needed,” Elijah Green is still going
Sebastian is afraid.Never in his life has he been so. How could he not? He is in the face of his final judgement. He only got through the past five years lying to himself that Scar hated him because Alice died, when he managed to save Alice. That’s his one shred of hope. That some day, when he could tell Scar that, all will be forgiven and forgotten.But that’s precisely why he dared not touch it. Because deep down, he knows that the answer is likely to be no.He just doesn’t know how to survive that answer. If his actions would never get forgiveness from the one person he can’t live without. Then what?It takes him all his willpower to force his eyes up to meet Scar’s. His throat so dry that it starts hurting. He grips a fist, hides it in his pocket with his whole body stiff like a rock.There is storm in Scar’s eyes.There is anger, of course. Anger for all that has happened. Anger for all his stupid mistreatment and self-righteousness. Anger for all the hurt he used to meet her lo
In so many years to come, Sebastian would be grateful that Scar caved, again.He could see the struggle in her eyes, and the familiar fire that would have driven her to call off the deal. But for several long seconds, she doesn’t say anything.He takes that as an “in” and drags her away.He is not sure what he would have done if Scar chose Scott. It’s not like he could really keep her away from the lead of her mom’s case. He has investigated for so many years, just so he could give her what she wants when she wants it.Just not Scott.Or any other men.“I didn’t know you were interested in eye candy,” Sebastian squeezes Scar's hand punishingly when he notices that long after they arrived at the small table across the room from Scott, she is still gazing in that direction.Scar frowns at his sting. What’s his problem?? Ever since she enter Ava’s proud event, he has been a bother none stop. Just because he has got something that she’s interested, he thought he could walk over her??“I g
“Stop it! We weren’t talking about you!” Scar frowns, stepping up for Scott. She can’t have Scott being a target of Sebastian because of her.Scott might be next in line to inherit the Green empire, but he has never spent a day in his life fighting in the business world. How’s that fair?!Scott smirks at Sebastian from behind Scar.Sebastian is boiling. “Hiding behind a woman? Is that all you got?!”“Am I supposed to be ashamed? For hiding behind Scar?” Scott grins, not seeming to be offended at all as he drawls with that annoying smirk, “I don’t know. It sounds like you are upset that you don’t get to do the same.”Sebastian’s eyes are murderous now.Scar’s eyes open wide. She has never seen Sebastian like this. Losing his cool in front of anyone. Sarcasm and personal attack? Is this man really the white knight who always dominates in any room?He looks like an ordinary, jealous husband.The thing is, he is no longer her husband to have the right to be jealous of men she talks to!“W
Even at the top of her anger, all Scar wanted was to take back what she was owed and extend justice. Her eyes open slightly at his words, amazed at Scott’s careless tone.He lost his mom just like she did. He was unwanted by his original family, just like she was. But instead of tormenting himself, he chooses to torment everyone who owed him and maintains his life.“I wish I could be so free, just like you...” Scar murmurs, “How did you turn up well, losing your mom when you were a baby...?”When she became such a mess that she couldn’t hold on to anything good in her life?“I couldn’t do it, not without Mr. Vanderbilt.” Scott shakes his head.Mr. Vanderbilt...Scar lowers her eyelashes, hiding her secret within.Scott lands his gloomy look on Elijah Green, who is socializing with the guests not far from them, “If he didn’t take care of me all these years, the Greens would never have taken a low level orphan boy back, no matter the blood running through my veins.”Scar doesn’t recogni
Bored at the party, Scar leans against the window frame, her lips tainted with wine, her eyes nailed on Anna Fuller.All the guests who came for the Green lady are influencers in the city, if not flew in specially for this event. It’s a huge thing for the Green family, and their first chance to contact the prince of the Greens, meaning, the future of the Greens.“Someone looks happy,”Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face.“Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.”Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood.“Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.”“In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”“No!” Scott lets out a surprise laugh, “I thought I would have a bigger chance to woo you! If withou
Ava hasn’t joined any movie in the past five years.She is signed under the Knight Empire, and no other company dares to cross the Knight Empire when it is obviously benching Ava. Or rather, Ava didn’t even dare to reach out for any job just so people wouldn’t realize that she had lost the favor of the Knight Empire. She can blackmail Sebastian, privately, but she can’t force the fans to stick with her.If there is anything more important to her than Sebastian, it’s her career.She had to went to the Iron Lady behind Jack Fuller’s back and returned the ownership of Z-House for this movie. Sebastian can’t just take it! Not like this!“You can’t!” Ava growls at Sebastian, “You can’t just replace me when the shooting is over! I did the job! They have been promoting the movie for months now! You--”“Yes, I can.” Sebastian says simply, still with that polite smile which has not a shred of warmth.“No!” Ava mumbles, her huge eyes filled with tears as if there is a pump behind there, “Granny