She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Chapter 53

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Scarlett's POV

It's a bit ridiculous to hear Ava accusing Sebastian of loving me, but in some way, I know where she's coming from.

Sebastian has always loved her, but she was far from his only girl.

Ava is on

one year older than me and three years younger than Sebastion. To teenager, three years is a

long gap. For a very long time, Sebastian only saw Ava as a little sister that he wanted to protect, not a lover. I know because he had his share of girlfriends throughout highschool, even college.

It wasn't until I married him that I got to know: Sebastian broke up with those girls, often at Ava's request.

Apparently his girlfriends tend to grow a habit of bullying Ava. Being Ava's "biggest bully", I don't know how much of those stories are true.

I feel sorry for those girls dating a guy who doesn't have a whole heart to give, but who am I feeling pity for? I chose myself a guy who had no sherd of his heart to spare for me.

them on purpose, I sort of understand - it's one of the hardest things to do on earth, to watch the guy who is supposed to be yours, who says they love you, to be with another. I

than mine, exactly because she would think that she's entitled

never understood why they were never

Granny. That's why I never had even-suspected that Sebastian would have proposed to Ava - they weren't even in a

confessed her feelings to him first in high school. At least, the first time

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to be a burden, so she wouldn't get into a relationship with anyone if she was going to be the fragile doll that can die at the slightest injury. That's what started his whole endeavor of curing

not jumping at the

not because of her," Sebastian says to Ava, slow and clear, "I don't take

uses such a dominant tone on her. No warm smile, no joking or anything. Ava is not

Fuller back home, please? Safely." Sebastian watches Ava calmly, and she has to get on the car with a reluctant pout, her

awkward to be here, to be honest. I hardly see trouble

"Here you are,"

kraft bag out of his car. I reach out instantly, and he pulls it back. I frown and look up at him,

time when I gave it to him,

I can tell. I practiced years of reading his expression, and this

same wish only a few days ago. But I don't taste a win. I'm just reminded of the bitter taste that almost brought me to tears when I made the same request. I remember how all I wanted was for him to spare me a p