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 down the window and

064 A Smart Snake

1. me.

was when a pair of hands covered my nose with a wet cloth and

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

don't know what more Ava could possibly want from me. What's she isn't getting from

"Scar!"

dark corner,

can barely make out her figure. The window is letting in nearly no light. It's either super dark out

hasty, scared whisper raises, "You

is not using her mean face, meaning

1. US.

ask in a lower voice than her. I'm not sure why she's

"I'm a victim in this,

roll my eyes, remember that she can't

here, and I'm deciding whether to tell the police about

she notice that I didn't go home last night. The

dim light that my eyes are used to, I see an almost empty room. The door is missing -

several things on it, including my phone. No way