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.

He doesn’t think the kidnapper would. After all, it has been more than a day. If it’s ransom a kidnapper is after, they would contact immediately. So why haven’t they??

Anything could have happened in 24 hours. What if it wasn’t abduction? What if it was human trafficking and they are halfway over the earth by now? What if they were already killed, when we are stuck here, chasing a dead end?! Every time I think about all the possibilities, I feel a nauseous knot forming in the back of my throat.

I can’t imagine losing them. Either of them.

feel guilty about failing to protect the little girl I swore to guard. I promised her that I would protect her, but I’m not there when she needs me.

But the worst feeling, is to think that Scar won’t be there...that she won’t be in my life anymore.

thought divorcing her was 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 don’t like how she could just up and go, leaving my life in a mess.

But nothing like the horror I’m feeling now.

I can try to change her mind, but not death.

+25 BONUS I 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 the divorce she wanted.

If anything happened to her because of me...if anything happened to her at all, I don’t know how to live with myself.

I don’t know how to live on, by myself.

I didn’t know I had accepted her 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 enjoying it.

I betrayed my promise to Ava, and I tormented Scar for it.

She was so cute when she laughed mischievously like a little fox just because she tricked a smile out of me, and feeling 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 so, just because I felt bad sharing a special moment with her.

Sometimes I wish she never tricked Ava into those woods. Sometimes I wish it was Scar who I saved that day, who I fell in love with desperately 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 timid innocence.

Now I might never have a chance to tell her all these.

Now she doesn’t care to hear about all this.

I will sign the divorce papers, if that’s what she wants, so long as I can get her back. I would rather she is alive but not with me, than dying as my wife when she doesn’t even want to be.

Please, God, if...

My phone rings and snaps me out of my thoughts. I raise my phone to my ears, only to realize there are tears on my face when Jim shoots me a shocked look before he looks away.

+25 BONUS I wipe my face with a palm, suppressing my Impatience as I talk into my phone:” Adrian, if you-”

“Sebastian Knight?” A stranger’s voice raises, “Do you remember me?”