She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Scarlett's POV

Sebastian is in the shower.

My mind was a mess in the car. I couldn't even begin to think about Jack Fuller's confession, Damian Vanderbilt's questions, or even just Sebastian's offer. In the end, the easiest decision was:

He needed to get out of the wet shirt.

He took my offer, but he put the hot water in the bathtub with my favorite salt, and he insisted on me taking a hot bath first. It did help a lot. I took my time in there, feeling the warmth of the water softening my stiff muscles. I only came out to see that he didn't take a shower himself, but waited for me in his wet shirt.

In my gentle pajamas and soft slippers, I curl up on the cushions of our bay window, watching the quiet night view outside. I don't miss this view. This is where I usually sit when I have to wait for my husband over midnight, or when he leaves me alone after yet another fight.

But now, this view gives me peace.

It comes from his changes, I know. I didn't dare hope for such a safety from him, but now I'm getting greedy again. I stroke my belly that's getting hard to hide, trying to make that decision.

Could I stay in this marriage with him? Am I doing that for myself? Or am I doing that for the baby?

is willing to love the baby, then of course, I'd want the baby to grow up under the care of his father. But is it just another wrong reason to stay in a marriage, just like "preventing him from

remained silent and did not talk about any of it. I feel like it's

like myself with so much misgivings. I like things simple and clear. I love with all I have and I leave with no regret. That's the real me. Not this women who is trying to stay in a

out

towel around his waist, water dripping from his hair as steam spouts off him. Tiny flows of water trails down his muscled chest all the way to the maze of his eight packs. He shoots me a casual glance

the towel in front of me before he puts them

chuckle at his

point of the

are feeling a little bit better," He finally comes over, as if encouraged by my laugh. He picks my hand and lands a kiss on

and kiss him in return. But I know it's more out of gratitude than out

go back in time,

we both made too many mistakes. Now they are all

gazing at it

treasure that demands all his attention. He strokes my skin

I follow my rush of wanting to make things work and

thinking about it brings up too many bad memories