Scarlett's POV“Is it true?” I ask Sebastian.He avoids my question: “I will look into this, I promise!”In that second all sound fade away. I can’t hear anything and I don’t see any one. No one but the man who I loved for over a decade. The man who saved me once, who said that he loved me and wanted another chance with me. The man who was telling me how excited he was about the baby he gave me.“Are you going to be the witness for her alibi?” I ask him, my voice shaking. Anger and disbelief turned my voice into a restrained whisper, “She, MURDERED, our child! And you are telling me you are taking HER side? Really? Sebastian Knight?!”“I’m not taking her side--”“It, was, her!” I burst out, glaring into his eyes, “The alarm system didn’t go off when she barged into our house; she didn’t steal anything valuable and she went straight to me! And do you know why she could do all this? Because you fucking let her! Did you really not know that I was pregnant? Were you trying to get close to
Scarlett’s POVTheir wedding.Ava just did her hair. In a slit dress showing her curve, and a pair of heels high into the cloud, Ava does look astonishing. I guess realizing your dream does that. I was also this glittering when I had my own, the dream wedding that I thought would start my happy ever after.She is happy. I hate that.She finally got what she wanted. She always, gets what she wants, no matter the price. Because Daddy would pay her bill. She lured me into the woods, stole my white knight and turned him black, lived off my blood, and standing on the dead body of my baby, she finally crawled onto the sacred altar.Not only is she not paying for it, she even has him as her witness. He is the witness for the murderer of his own child!How stupid and pathetic was I to think that such a dog of Ava could ever love me?“I see you are still not in handcuffs though,” I sigh, “it doesn’t sound like he is doing his job right.”“He will never hurt me!” Ava gloats with a proud smirk,
197Scarlett’s POVBecause of my special condition, the police didn’t take me in, but just kept me under tight surveillance with two officers guarding my hospital ward.Ava is not happy about it.She wanted me to be charged with attempted murder. Actually, I think she wanted me on the chair the next day.To be honest? I wish I could be charged with successful murder. I’m not living anymore. I’m just surviving, for a revenge that I see no hope of getting. I wasn’t trying to kill her when I lost control and hurt her with the fruit knife. If I wasn’t irritated into that and actually had my right mind, I wouldn’t have missed.I wanted her dead.In that sense, they SHOULD lock me up.“Scar…? Scar…”It took me a moment to realize that Sebastian is talking to me.He has been coming to visit me every day, ever since I stabbed his Ava. Surprising. He hadn’t got time for me after I almost died with out child, but he is free to shed crocodile tears now. I turn to look at him, silently.I think
Sebastian’s POVIf Scar stopped loving me when she brought up divorce, she hates me now.When she looks at me, there is not even hatred or anger in her eyes. There was nothing. She doesn’t see me, but just a stranger who she wishes the worst on. I can read those wishes. I don’t mind if she hates me. I don’t even mind if she tries to get revenge on me. I do deserve that.But she won’t. She is not here anymore. When I’m not forcing her to talk, it’s like she is already beyond this world.I should spend more time with her. I should have been there for her when Ava came, but I...“Sebastian...I told you, you don’t have to come to the court,” Damian is surprised to see me, “When is the last time that you got some real sleep?”Two or three days ago? I don’t have time, literally.I have been dealing with the baby, Scar’s assulting charge, AND investigation of the robbery. I believe Scar, but her story is hard to prove. If it was Ava, then it IS my fault. I gave Ava the code once, for which r
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
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