All Chapters of She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sebastian’s POVAdrian kept his gabbling on all the way to the elevator, leaving me drowning in the sour happiness of realizing how hard it is to accept Scar being with someone else, and how pathetic that is.“God damn it, Sebastian?!” Adrain snaps when he enters the elevator only to see me still outside, “Get it together! Are you fucking kidding me?! I sent Scar home and I watched her enter Aurora’s building! Are you sure she’s not with some friend?”“Aurora said she never came home last night,” I finally snap out of it. My head was unbelievably light at the enlightenment that Scar hadn’t spent her night with Adrian, but then it hit me, “You watched her go into the building?”Sounds awful like Ava’s case.“Ave hasn’t made it home either from yesterday’s party. I got Jeremy Rogers on the case,” I tell Adrain as I pull my phone to call Miller, only to see five missed calls from him, “Give me one minute--”“I doubt Jeremy would care,” Adrian lets out a cold snort, shaking his head with

Sebastian’s POVTo think that he might really know my wife better than I do is the worst feeling in the world. It’s like the most intimate corner of my heart is stained by another man, like untouched snow with an ugly, foreign footprint.“You--”“He’s here,” Adrian cuts me off, pulling up the car before he jumps off. I have to follow.We arrived at the building of Aurora’s apartment, and she was standing right in front of it, talking to a tall guy. The guy has soft, blonde hair. His figure is bulky with clear muscles under his police short sleeves. But when he turns around to us, his round chin instantly lights up a flare in the back of my head--The Three Musketeers! Not the book. It was us!I used to play fencing with Adrian. We met another boy at the fencing class and we became friends first, and later “the three musketeers”. It was decades ago though. I was only around ten when I dropped fencing.I wanted to keep visiting Ava, so I begged Granny to quit fencing and play football i

Scarlett's POVThe man stands up with a hand supporting his heavy body on the table, then starts stretching his limbs in a string of painfully slow moves, ignoring me and Ava in total. His hair is messy, and his smelly clothes loosely hang from his beer belly. Then he opens a bottle of water, rinses before he swallows the water in his mouth, and splashes water on his face and head until the bottle is empty. He grabs what looks like a dirty shirt and wipes his head.He doesn’t look like a thug. Thug has better bodies...and probably healthier lifestyles, too.But that doesn’t mean he is not a predator. He abducted two girls -- I’ll take Ava’s words on this for the sake of argument -- tied them to chairs in a dark room of what looks like an abandoned building, and it seems that his intention behind his slow movements is intimidation. Like the play before a cat kills a mouse it caught.Then all of a sudden, he pulls a string hanging in the room and lights penetrate my eyes, leaving a sour

Sebastian’s POVI mean, I can’t be sure that I have never seen him in my life, and that can be the smidgen of familiarity I feel looking at his photo. And my heart drops--It’s much harder if it’s a random guy instead of the owner who did this.“Fuck!” I rub my head, throwing the photos on the sofa hard. The splash does not ease my nerves.“It’s okay,” Jim is leaving, but he stops and pats my shoulder instead, “We are not tracing the owner, but the car. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”“So what’s your deal with Adrian?” I ask Jim, knowing he is trying to comfort me. He knows Adrian, too. Actually, I knew Jim through Adrian. Jim is two years our senior in college.“We let him know, if the kidnapper ever calls you.” Jim shrugs.He doesn’t think the kidnapper would. After all, it has been more than a day. If it's ransom a kidnapper is after, they would contact immediately. So why haven’t they??Anything could have happened in 24 hours. What if it wasn’t abduction? What if it was human tra

Scarlett’s POV“I’m sorry for your loss, but this is the first time I’m hearing about this,” I talk to the guy, and taking a glimpse into his sad story, I find it easier to talk in a sympathy tone, “May I know her name?”He shoots me a glare, but he grumbles: “Sparrow. Sparrow Ryan.”“That’s a cute name,” I try to smile at him. I actually feel like I do know that name. My brain stores a glimpse of that name because it was so special. But I can’t remember what happened to her. It wasn’t registered anywhere near Sebastian though.If her death had anything to do with Sebastian, I would know. I picked up everything about him like drops of treasures.“Wait, I know her!” Ava suddenly takes a surprised gasp, “She jumped off a building for Justin Roland! She was his stalking fan--”Did her energy-lacking brain malfunction? All words out of Ava are products of serious calculation, always. I have never seen her blurting things so recklessly against her innocent act.She realized her mistake eve