Chapter 160
She Approved the Split He Fell Apart
160 Sebastianâs Question Scarlettâs POV âHmm...â
I mean, nice gesture but, itâs what a husband does for His wife when they actually live together. We donât.
Hesitating at his hand, Iâm a bit daunted in the face, not sure how to refuse without being too hostile. I donât want to make him my enemy anymore. Itâs tiring hating a person. But I donât know how to be friendly without giving him false hope.
We canât go back.
âIâm here bearing gifts,â He pulls out two files from behind his back like they are secret nuwers, âTake my hand and they are yours. I know for sure that you donât want to miss at least one of themâ
The divorce papers? I almost blurt that, but I swallow them. Itâs too mean.â
âWhat is it?â I demand before taking his hand. He cocks an eyebrow, looking slightly surprised as laughs: 1 thought you would ask if they are our divorce papers.â
It would be a good joke if his smile was not bitter.
âItâs the divorce papers of your parents, He sighs as if a bit disappointed that I didnât say the mean things we both thought I would say, âWant it?â
I have no idea how he found these. Even Adrian didnât pull it off. I take his hand, and his smile brightens a bit as he pulls me out of my chair. Evilly, he doesnât step back, making me almost pasted against him. But before I protest, he turns my arms behind my back and locks them together with the files, then he lands a kiss on my forehead. Gentle and polite, nothing crossing the line.
We know each other too well.
He then takes a step back, and feeling my ear getting hotter, I lower my head slightly, letting my hair fall down to cover them. His trap is sweet, but also lethal for me, like a beehive to a bear. I donât want to dip my nose in, only to get stung again.
We could have written the sweetest story together, but we both made a lethal mistake, and we missed our time. He loved the wrong person, I married him the wrong way.
âWhatâs the other one?â I keep my eyes on the files, pretending to read when my brain is too nervous to turn.
âOur house,â Sebastian hooks my hair with his fingertips gently, putting them behind my ear, ânow yours.â
He is giving me a thirty million dollar property???
I frown, looking up.
âItâs part of my condition,â He says before I can protest if you still want the divorce papers.â
His words block all the bullets I was about to fire at him. He is giving me money in exchange for the divorce, but somehow he put it in a way as if both of them are for my benefit! Wait, how?!
âââ I canât even say no because then it means I donât want the divorce papers??? Is he really not planning on marrying Ava? If not taking him as a monster, then thatâs the only explanation.
âFor what itâs worth, Iâm no longer mad at you for stopping me at the airport,â I sigh. He might have done it the wrong way for the wrong reason, but I wouldnât have found out about my family if he didnât, âIâll sign them without you giving me a luxury house.â
I wanted to upset Ava and itâs done. I no longer feel the need to hold the divorce papers as a tool for revenge. If he werenât this obsessed with Ava, I would have told him about the baby.
He smiles. Itâs the first genuine smile I have seen on his face for months.
âWhat?â I roll my eyes at him.
âNothing.â He laughs, holding out his hand for me, âIâm just happy that we can tali the way for them so we can chat properly?â
Shall we clear It does feel good when I stopped thinking that he owed me and he stopped thinking that I was evil. Our conversations had been like that through our marriage. What an irony. I sigh lightly, putting the files in his hand as if I misunderstood his intention, and complying with me, he just takes them and walks with me with a smile.
What a pretty twilight.
Walking on the campus for his car, neither of us talked. This is a moment that we could never have back when. Me pursuing writing like how I have always been when he, the successful businessman, came to visit me at his own alma mater, and enjoyed a peaceful moment of the sun going down with the sky being the prettiest.
This is the sweet love story that we could have written for ourselves.
âScar,â Stopping right on the edge of the meadow, Sebastion calls to me, âWere you the girl I saved in those woods?â