Chapter 4

Scarlett’s POV I put out the cigarette on the bin when her door opens.

Sebastian frowns at me, remaining by the door, half of a hallway from me. He hates me smoking. He would glare at me, scold me, or like this — standing far away with disgust on his face.

It’s a gross habit, but a woman needs SOMETHING to let out the pain in her chest or she will burst. But then again, if his delicate Ava could afford such a habit, he would definitely join her instead.

“So?” He puts one hand in his pocket, glaring at me when he finally walks over. He does that when he is impatient. As in, all the time with me.

I gaze at his face, handsome and dominant, just like the day he found me in that forest. But at that time those eyes were clear like crystal, with sparkles like the Milky Way. Right now it’s pure darkness of hatred.

He snaps his finger to get my attention.

“Sorry...” I dart my eyes to the ground, pulling the divorce papers out. He reaches over, and in panic, I dodge.

Instantly, disgust fills his beautiful eyes, shouting at me–

[I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.]

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.”

Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how.

Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.”

I know I missed my chance for my question.

I raise the file only an inch, and he snaps it out of me, leaving a cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain. It’s really nothing compared to the ones he left on my heart.

He doesn’t even notice, just turns to leave.

“I heard you,” I blurt with my heart drumming fast, “you...you said you were married.”

I watch him turning slowly, knowing I must look like a pitiful dog begging to be taken home.

But I have to ask.

I don’t know if at this point, which would hurt more. A shred of hope...or not even that. I’m just...asking for the baby’s sake.

Lying to myself, I wait.

He got my question in that out-of-nowhere blurt: “I didn’t want to give her false hope.”

He wasn’t rejecting her. He was just putting her feelings as priority to all, like always. No matter how much he wants her, he wouldn’t even allow her to bear a shred of pain, even if the pain from hope.

Bitterness explodes in my mouth, forming an ugly smile, I assume. Because his frowning deepens seeing my face.

“Would–” I ask but he is turning again. He stops, again, this time even more grumpy.

“Can you finish your nonsense all at once?!”

Would you miss me, even a bit, if I’m gone from your life...forever? I stare at the man that I loved for ten years, tears coming out faster than my words.

“Would you mail the papers to Aurora when you are done with it?” I almost bit my tongue twisting my question into a normal one.

“Why can’t you get it yourself?” Sebastian retorts, adding, “Your stuff...”

“I’ll get them out of your house today,” I nod. I already did. I don’t have much, really. An iPad, passport, and a few pieces of clothes. All the things he bought for me, they bare Ava’s mark and I don’t want them.

I barely filled my small suitcase, which he didn’t notice when he left the house today. I doubt he would notice anything missing tonight.

“What’s your plan after this?” Rarely, Sebastian asks.

“Do you really want to know?” I can’t help but ask. If yes, then maybe...maybe we can share a kid in our separate life?

“Why is it so hard to talk to you?” Sebastian leaves before his words can land.

Because you never cared to really talk to me. I watch him disappearing in her ward, finally allowing tears to pour out as they like.

I’m sorry, Sebastian. But I can’t tell you about the baby. It would only make life harder, for all three of us.

[Aurora, it’s done.] I text. Three words and I have to wipe my eyes twice to see.

Instantly she texted me back: [Your ride is downstairs, your Highness.]

I basically throw myself into her car, with the world twirling around me. Really glad that I don’t have to sit on the street and let every passerby catch a show.

Aurora hits the gas and takes us miles away from the hospital before she pulls over and comes out to the backseat. She doesn’t say anything and just lets me cry my lungs out on her shoulder.

Ten years. Ten years of this bitter-sweet love. Died, today. Just...such a lousy ending. I could have at least left with dignity.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” On our way to the airport, Aurora observes me several times before she mumbles half jokingly half seriously, “I wasn’t too surprised this morning when you told me to cancel, not as much as later when you got back on the plan.

What happened this time?”

“Well...I’m pregnant.”