Scarlett’s POVIf it were anyone else I would have given them a cold snort. But as much as I have been hurt by this man, I can’t deny that he was as honest as it comes. If he says he wants another chance, then he means it.It’s the motive behind it that I doubt.I once held marriage sacred, but now I know. It doesn’t matter if he is doing this for Granny’s sake, for the company’s image, for the guilt of exploiting me, or for any other possible reasons -- if it’s for ANYTHING but love, it would be a disaster.“I don’t give out second chances,” I push him away calmly, and before he continue to plea I add, “and I had been handing those out to you so much like meals of the day.”He opened his mouth only to close it. Staring at me with deep blue in his eyes, he stands there with his throat rolling slightly. But he is not saying anything.What’s there to say? I have said and done everything I could and more, and they never mattered. And now only after they pushed me beyond what I could take
Scarlett’s POVThis is a trap! A pure trap is what this is!!!“What do you know about it?” I pretend to still have things in my control, deciding to trick my way through it.Sebastian curves his lips as if he sees through me, but he says calmly: “I know that Jack Fuller took something from your mom that day he brought you back. Does this worth mean anything to you?”What?! My jaw drops to the ground, and he smirks, knowing he has won the negotiation.It does mean something to me. It means the world to me! I thought I lost her years ago, and he is only telling me now that Jack the devil Fuller has something of hers in his possession?!“What is it and where is it?!” I demand. Sebastian grins and my heart drops--“A kiss, for this piece. Do we have a deal?”Ahhhhh!He did not care about that fucking mirror! He could buy Ava a million of them, easy! He knew I would try to trick him and he lured me to name that damn kiss too easily! Jerk! Jerk!!!I grab the thing closest to my hand and thr
Scarlett’s POVI have never felt so bad in my life.To my “family”, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?Ava has been crying -- fake crying -- in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries -- her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.I feel like I’m sitting on fire.I kept telling myself that it would be o
Scarlett’s POV“Did you know that--”“Sebastian! Sorry about the farce...” Ava’s pitiful yet bright voice cut off my pronunciation class. I pull my wrist hard and of course this time he lets me go.“Scarlett,” Ava calls after me and I almost tremble at her voice. I take a deep breath and turn to look at her. She glances at Sebastian timidly before she hooks her fingers: “I’m sorry I made a fuss about it. I shouldn’t have told you about your mom, and I hurt you. I deserve losing my room if that could make up for anything...anyways, what I’m trying to say is, welcome home.”“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumble as I go and sit at the furthest seat.Ava stares at me, a bit surprised. I’m not arguing with her nor trying to expose her lie out of guilt, yes. But I wouldn’t have anyways even if I didn’t break that doll. Like I told her in the hospital, the Fullers are HER family, and the Romeo over there is HER prince charming. I know better now than to demand “fair” from her army.Ava lets out a
Scarlett’s POVHe 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.I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know why?”Both me and Ava are shocked frozen.“Because a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmle
Scarlett’s POVI ignore the ice coke.As if I would reach out for it and give Ava a good laugh!I got myself some mashed potatoes and some salad, but nothing on the table lures me like the hot, steamy bowl right in front of me. No one is even touching it, and I can’t, not with something cold to go with. I guess I can settle for a cup of ice water...I glare at the plain, boring water. I don’t want it.My eyes dart to the kitchen. Maybe there is more coke in there? The Fullers don’t drink sodas. Having a daughter fighting death every day does that -- they eat and do everything to the extremely healthy. But maybe--“The coke came with the order,” Sebastian suddenly says, with an innocent tone no less, as if he didn’t just see through my thoughts, “The restaurant? They surely know how to enjoy a good buffalo wing.”I do, too! I begin to regret pushing the coke away. Yes, the jerk got it, but the coke was innocent. I shouldn’t have lashed out on the poor drink.It’s all on him!I glare at
Scarlett’s POVMy 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
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