All Chapters of She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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 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 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 POV“No, thanks,” Noticing Ava’s stare I add, “I have to go and guard my plunder.”Jack Fuller left the table when Ava teared up at her prince gulping in sweat. Anna Fuller sat through the dinner with us, mostly out of manner before she left the moment she was allowed to.But not Ava. She stayed, and apparently, she had words for him, too.It’s been a long day, and I need to make sure I have a bed to sleep in for the night. I wouldn’t be too surprised if Ava bought Alfred to mess up the room instead of cleaning.“I’ll walk you to your room then,” He offers jokefully, adding before I could say no, “Or you’d rather talk about our deal here?”“Seb...” Ava murmurs timidly as she approaches.I swing off his hand, looking at him coldly to wait for his decision. I know what his decision would be. Ava knows too. The only one who doesn’t seem to know is him.Ava nails her eyes on Sebastian, and he nails his on me. I leave. Love is a game big enough for only two, and I no longer want

Scarlett’s POV“So what did he took from your mom?” Lucas asks.“Well...”Lucas narrows his eyes: “Do you not know what it is?”No. I didn’t go through with Sebastian’s “deal”, and in the end, I only got to know that Jack Fuller took something.Damn that jerk.“Then how is it different if I’m going instead of you?” Lucas lets out a chuckle, seeing through my hesitation, “How were you even going to look for it though?”“Well...”“Yep, say no more,” Lucas concludes our conversation, realizing I have no good answer to his questions, “I’m not letting a pregnant woman climbing second-floor balconies to look for a maybe.”“I can sort of tell Jack Fuller’s things apart from something that doesn’t belong to his office--”“I’ll show you the study through video,” Lucas’s solution comes faster than my hard-came answer.“If they catch me red-handed, I’m just a daughter sneaking around her adopted father’s study, but if you--”“I won’t let them catch me.”That concluded our discussion. The party s