She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 53

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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.

got myself

exactly because she would think that she’s entitled to that, but

what confuses me the most–I never understood why they were

Granny. That’s why I never had even–suspected that Sebastian would have proposed to Ava – they weren’t even

to. Maybe Sebastian used to see Ava only as a little sister, but Ava confessed her feelings to him first in high school. At least, the first time she bragged about it to

And Sebastian said yes.

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be a burden, so she wouldn’t get into

his whole endeavor of curing her

why Sebastian is not jumping at the first chance! gave him to marry

and clear, “I

no joking or anything. Ava is

can you take Miss Fuller back home, please? Safely.” Sebastian watches Ava calmly, and she has to get on the car with a reluctant pout, her face so sullen with a dark storm

be here, to be

“Here you are,”

out a kraft bag out of his car. I reach out instantly, and he pulls it back.

I

tell. I practiced years of reading his expression, and this is one I

too arrogant to grant me the same wish only a few days ago. But I don’t taste a win. I’m just reminded of the 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