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.

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