She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

064 A Smart Snake Scarlett's POV

When I woke up, everything was dark. For a moment, I thought it was still at night, only to see that I'm in a dark room when my eyes got used to the darkness.

My mind is like a mush, and it's adjusting even slower than my eyes as if someone. injected fog into my brain.

What happened? Where am I? I was in a car...? The last thing I could remember was Ava's scared eyes.

Ava!

My memory of last night rushes into my mind as that name wakes them up, also is waking up is a throbbing pain in my temples. I frown, trying to rub my temples, only realize that my arms are tied to the arms of a wooden chair.

Now I remember.

I didn't want to go out to meet Ava when I got her message. She never reaches out to me, ever. She has got an army to do that if she ever needs me. Nor was there anything for us to talk about. The last time she "talked" to me, she showed the video of Sebastian when he I replied with a sticker of rolling eyes, but Ava instantly replied - [I can get Dad to let you go, if you give Seb back to me.]

Then before I could even reply, she sent another message: [Now can we talk?]

I was tempted.

I didn't think Jack Fuller would indulge such a request easily, not even for Ava. But if anyone can get me my freedom, it's her.

And on top of that, I got the divorce papers right in my hand. I didn't trust Ava's words 100%, but that was definitely the moment closest to my freedom.

[Fine, where are you?]

instructions directing me to a car stopped parked with its butt stuck in a narrow alley. I stopped far from it, struggling to run immediately, but then Ava rolled

064 A Smart Snake

1. me.

got into the car, and that was when a pair

was a fucking liar, but I really thought her desire for Sebastian was genuine. I never thought the spoiled little princess, the one who knew only how to frame me in front of

from me. What's she isn't getting from her army that she has

"Scar!"

dark corner, Ava's

make out her figure. The window is letting in nearly no light. It's either super dark out there, or the window doesn't open

hasty, scared whisper raises,

is not using her mean face, meaning there is someone else

1. US.

I?" I ask in a lower voice than her. I'm not sure why she's keeping her voice low, but I'd rather

hisses back, "I'm a victim in

my eyes, remember

whether to tell the police about that part when they

go. She would call the police when she notice that I didn't go home last night. The question is, how fast can

look around. In the dim light that my eyes are used to, I see an almost

in the corner with several things