She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 53

053 Turn Of Event

Scarlett’s POV

It’s a bit ridiculous to hear Ava accusing Sebastian of loving me, but in some way, I know where she’s coming from.

Sebastian has always loved her, but she was far from his only girl.

Ava is on

one year older than me and three years younger than Sebastion. To teenager, three years is a long gap. For a very long time, Sebastian only saw Ava as a little sister that he wanted to protect, not a lover. I know because he had his share of girlfriends throughout highschool, even college.

It wasn’t until I married him that I got to know: Sebastian broke up with those girls, often at Ava’s request.

Apparently his girlfriends tend to grow a habit of bullying Ava. Being Ava’s “biggest bully“, I don’t know how much of those stories are true.

I feel sorry for those girls dating a guy who doesn’t have a whole heart to give, but who am I feeling pity for? I chose myself a guy who had no sherd of his heart to spare for me.

Still, even if Ava framed them on purpose, I sort of understand – it’s one of the hardest things to do on earth, to watch the guy who is supposed to be yours, who says they love you, to be with another.

I got myself

more sour than mine, exactly because she would think that

never

never had even–suspected that Sebastian would

a little sister, but Ava confessed her feelings to him first in

And Sebastian said yes.

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saying, she didn’t want to be a burden, so she wouldn’t get into a relationship with anyone if she was going to be the fragile doll that

his whole endeavor of curing her at all

explain why Sebastian is not jumping at

and clear, “I don’t take marriage lightly, Ava, and

such a dominant tone on her. No warm smile, no joking or anything. Ava is not used to it,

Fuller back home, please? Safely.” Sebastian watches Ava calmly, and she has to get on the car with a reluctant pout, her face

bit awkward to be here, to be honest. I hardly

“Here you are,”

and he pulls it back. I frown and look

when I gave it

asks, his tone heavy with…sorrow? Not much, but I can tell. I practiced years of reading

bitter taste that almost brought me to tears when I made the same request. I remember how all I wanted was for him to spare me a patient look, to give me any encouragement so that I could tell