She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 52

052 Promise To Ava

Sebastian’s POV

I don’t know what got into Scarlett. I mean, I do know. We wronged her, and she is upset. But how long would it last?! I never knew she could be so hard to talk to. Everything I say she has something sour waiting for me. I thought she wasn’t friendly with Ava, I was sourly mistaken.

She proved that she could be a thousand times meaner to Ava if she wanted to.

And what shocks me the most is, I can’t feel the burning anger that would got me to sign on those papers that I used to feel all the time.

“Ava, please, can you go with Alfred today?” I pull my phone out to call Alfred. I don’t have the energy to deal with the both of them today. I might not like it when we married, but I don’t like being rushed into a decision that I don’t feel like to make either. And Adrian is not helping.

Maybe it’s just men’s ridiculous ego clouding my judgment. But I just don’t want to let him have Scarlett. I hate the idea of him touching her, or any man, to be honest.

I hate to admit it, but I do enjoy sex with Scar.

She tastes different than any woman I have ever had. It wasn’t just “sex” with her, it WAS, making love. Even just, a one–way love. But she loved me, and with that sparkling in her purple eyes, all her soulful gazing, her tamed moans and even her fierce fights taste better.

I miss her.

didn’t know how horribly I was treating her, and she would

stands there like a caprious child, glaring at

have to pay for it in a minute- Scar is not saying anything anymore, but she is watching,

and suddenly she cuts

to marry me?” Ava demands, her voice cold like ice. I have never seen her like this before. In

052 Promise To Ava

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her if Granny hadn’t made me five years ago. But the Granny who had always given the most room to make decisions for myself, objected firmly like never before. And it was also the first time Scar refused to help. Ava when we needed her bone marrow. So I went with

I don’t

possibly share. I protect her out of habit, but I see the little girl I wanted to

isn’t the first time Ava mentioned something about divorcing

several times that “there isn’t any more obstacle” between us now. In fact, she made me promise that I would marry her on the day of her surgery, saying that it would be her sole source of power to go through with the surgery

more than safe. But I did say

promise anything when I wasn’t ready to deliver. Not even a white lie to comfort

my life with her is now five years away, and I have accepted my fate for