She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 2

002 One Ticket For Two

Scarlett’s POV

Sitting in the taxi to another hospital — the hospital where SHE is, to see him. I feel sick. Carsick, morning sick, or just…sick of this trip.

This is the trip I hate the most, and this is a trip I have been taking for ten years: she is always in the hospital, and he is always around her, even before our marriage.

That’s what happens when your crush loves your sister who has Willebrand, combined with a RH- blood type, no less.

Yes, the illness where one can’t heal from bleeding, with the blood type that only 0.3% of people have.

Even a small cut on a finger could be lethal to her. That’s why she is the spoiled treasure of the whole family, the untouchable, the miracle that gets everything she wants by just existing.

Me? Even my existence gets ignored.

My parents have only Ava in their eyes. My brother hates me as if I stole my health from Ava.

No, I just stole her man.

me even before that. Marrying Sebastian only let their hidden hatred

married him, and I got only five years of torment from

could amend for my sin, and I paid with all the love I can find in me. I thought it was my life a dream coming true when I married him,

be the little hero who saved me ten years ago. Not

plan is back on…after all. Are you still available?] I text Aurora. I feel bad that I just told her to cancel my flight when I was told it

[For you? Always.]

eyes. It’s decided

let

probably a question only I need to answer. He wouldn’t want anything to do with

would let the baby live.

on my forehead fade as I swallow down the nauseous lump dangling behind my tongue. I get car sick as easy as it is, and carrying a little thing in my womb is

blame him. It’s definitely a he, bringing nothing

laugh at myself for my childish

was just a tiny embryo growing in me that was too little to even show in the

beautiful laugh in the world. Even

want to keep

scares me. Even if I go through with the plan, could I really bring a baby into a world where he loses one

thought and I can barely see. I blame the

fifth-floor ward slowly. He is waiting for me inside, but not for the file I WANT to