She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett’s POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

“Sebastian…” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to–” She stands up, her plate in her

hands.

She wants to move over.

“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”

Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.

I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know why?”

me and Ava are shocked

by his wife,” He gives me

in his damn face!

stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate me, is

sit with his wife?!

her plate on the table with a heavy move. Everyone turns

Sebastian.

that she would murder me. Then he would be free of me

and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges.

look away. Even looking at the jerk’s

away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at me,

unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do

kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She

it.” ULY E

alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all, just

He Stole My

wide. I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred of gratitude turns

long fingers around that single cup of ice

need it. I won’t enjoy a meal with