She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 67

067 Please, God

Sebastian’s POV

I mean, I can’t be sure that I have never seen him in my life, and that can be the smidgen of familiarity I feel looking at his photo. And my heart drops-

It’s much harder if it’s a random guy instead of the owner who did this.

“Fuck!” I rub my head, throwing the photos on the sofa hard. The splash does not

ease my nerves.

“It’s okay,” Jim is leaving, but he stops and pats my shoulder instead, “We are not tracing the owner, but the car. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“So what’s your deal with Adrian?” I ask Jim, knowing he is trying to comfort me. He knows Adrian, too. Actually, I knew Jim through Adrian. Jim is two years our senior in college.

“We let him know, if the kidnapper ever calls you.” Jim shrugs.

been more than a day. If it’s ransom a kidnapper is after, they

What if they were already killed, when we are stuck here, chasing a dead end?! Every time I think about all the

imagine losing them. Either

I swore to guard. I promised her that I would protect her, but I’m not

the worst feeling, is to think that Scar won’t be there…that she won’t be in

bad enough. I stalled and argued and fought and tricked. I even gave her empty divorce papers. When I thought she was serious about the divorce, I was upset and angry. I

the horror I’m feeling

change her mind, but

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don’t want to think in the direction that Ava did this out of jealousy, because I can’t accept the fact that Scar is in danger because I wouldn’t give her

her because of me…if anything happened to her at all,

know how to

as my wife completely. I thought I took our marriage seriously, but she was right. I only played my part to the basic, and I didn’t want to see the truth. The truth is, I enjoyed her company. I enjoyed our life together, and I tormented her because I felt guilty

betrayed my promise to Ava, and

guilty for my own actions, I would wipe off that smile and leave her standing where she was with a sad look. She was so pretty when she waited for me when I came home late, simply with a loose thin sweater on her as she curled on the sofa, she made the whole room homey. But I would mock her for staying up, saying she was stupid doing

even before I knew what love is. The Ava that day was brave, innocent, and cute like a bunny. Scar became all that but the innocent part later. She replaced that innocence with mischief, and if I’m being perfectly honest, I love that even more. Her mischief felt more lively than Ava’s