She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

032 Win Your Heart

Scarlett’s POV

This time he pays attention: “You asked me to marry you-

I raise my hand again. This time he catches me before I could slap him: “Enough is enough, Scarlett Fuller! What are you trying to say!”

“The deal, was that I give Ava all the blood and bone marrow and any other parts that she wants from me,” I look right into his eyes, speaking as my throat hurts like a knife is cutting in, “and you, my secret crush for years, will give me a chance to win your heart.”

“You are the one who came to me with a proposal, Sebastian Knight. Remember?!”

I finally said it, and my tears poured out as I finished my condemn with a broken voice, “You are the one who didn’t deliver the deal!”

His eyes open wide in shock, and he stumbles back two steps with a disbelieving face.

“–” He stumbles on his words, too, “I thought that’s what you wanted…”

“You knew I was in love with you, and you KNEW, that you could just slap me with a marriage on paper and still get my end of the deal,” I say with a light tone, “So who is taking who as a fucking toy, hmm?”

I thought I would be angry when I confronted him with it, but when I actually said it, I feel lighter than ever.

“I…” He stutters, “I was in love with Ava…”

“And I allowed that, didn’t I? I didn’t like it, but have you shortened even one second of the time you WANTED to spend with Ava because of me? No! I only asked for a chance, and I loved you with all I have, for five, long, fucking years,” I know I look ridiculous with tears on my face but I just want to out with everything, “but you tormented me for it, cheated on me with Ava, and accepted my end of the deal with a clean conscience.”

“I’m sorry…” He blurts, not looking at me.

“I’m not fishing for a fucking apology!” I glare at the guilty look on his face.

It just boils my blood more. Where was your guilt in the past five years?! He could have pretended to try! He could at least not cheat on me and just bring up a divorce when she was

cured!

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian repeats, looking up at me, this time more sincere, “I didn’t hear you when you asked-

“Well then try to hear me now,” I cut him off, my whole body shaking at the adrenaline rush, “I want, a fucking, divorce!”

032 Win Your Heart

He looks taken aback, and he backs a step, looking at me as if he doesn’t know me.

He doesn’t know this me. I have always been the stupid little girl who looked up to him. I’m not that little girl anymore.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“You did help Ava, and for that I’m grateful-”

I

“You never were, so no need to start now,” I shake my head slowly, disappointed, “I don’t want your gratitude, I just want you out of my fucking life.”

“You…you mean it…?” He asks with uncertainty, eying me suspiciously.

Why? Is the sudden happiness too huge a shock for him to comprehend?!

“After all you gave, and after…” He pauses, looking at me with more disbelieving than fake guilt, “Are you really just, pushing me to her like this?”

“Let’s make it fucking clear. I didn’t ‘push‘ you. You were WITH her this whole time, and you did that all on your own! Even a sacred marriage vow couldn’t stop you from being with Ava, so what’s the point?”

“I-” He hesitates, “I understand why you would see it that way. I did kiss her. But just that once.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” I ask coldly.

Pain crawls into his eyes.

Now he cares about his stainless reputation? Well, I don’t. Not anymore.

“She–she was scared about the surgery and she caught me off guard-” He is still trying to explain.

“Sebastian Knight,” I sigh and instantly he purses his lips, with a hurtful look as if I’m the bully here, “you are a storng man and she was a fragile patient. You can push her away if you want to, so I think we both know that it only happened because you allowed it. Can you stop the fucking hypocrisy and at least own up to it?”

I thought I could keep a benign relationship with him for the baby. Loverestimated myself. I thought I was okay with everything, but I found that I do have resentment in my chest.

His throat rolls, but he is not getting any words out.

“Sign those damn papers, and I’ll expect them in two to three days,” I say before pushing the elevator button, leaving him in the lobby.