She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

160 Sebastian’s Question

Scarlett’s POV

“Hmm…”

I mean, nice gesture but, it’s what a husband does for His wife when they actually live together. We don’t.

Hesitating at his hand, I’m a bit daunted in the face, not sure how to refuse without being too hostile. I don’t want to make him my enemy anymore. It’s tiring hating a person. But I don’t know how to be friendly without giving him false hope.

We can’t go back.

“I’m here bearing gifts,” He pulls out two files from behind his back like they are secret nuwers, “Take my hand and they are yours. I know for sure that you don’t want to miss at least one of them”

The divorce papers? I almost blurt that, but I swallow them. It’s too mean.”

“What is it?” 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.”

It would be a good joke if his smile was not bitter.

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“It’s the divorce papers of your parents, He sighs as if a bit disappointed that I didn’t say the mean things we both thought I would say, “Want it?”

I have no idea how he found these. Even Adrian didn’t pull it off. I take his hand, and his smile brightens a bit as he pulls me out of my chair. Evilly, he doesn’t 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 don’t 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.

“What’s the other one?” I keep my eyes on the files, pretending to read when my brain is too nervous to

turn.

“Our house,” Sebastian hooks my hair with his fingertips gently, putting them behind my ear, “now yours.”

He is giving me a thirty million dollar property???

I frown, looking up.

“It’s part of my condition,” He says before I can protest if you still want the divorce papers.”

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?!

“—” I can’t even say no because then it means I don’t want the divorce papers??? Is he really not planning

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on marrying Ava? If not taking him as a monster, then that’s the only explanation.

“For what it’s worth, I’m no longer mad at you for stopping me at the airport,” I sigh. He might have done it the wrong way for the wrong reason, but I wouldn’t have found out about my family if he didn’t, “I’ll sign them without you giving me a luxury house.”

I wanted to upset Ava and it’s done. I no longer feel the need to hold the divorce papers as a tool for revenge. If he weren’t this obsessed with Ava, I would have told him about the baby.

He smiles. It’s the first genuine smile I have seen on his face for months.

“What?” I roll my eyes at him.

“Nothing.” He laughs, holding out his hand for me, “I’m just happy that we can tali the way for them so we can chat properly?” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

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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.

“Scar,” Stopping right on the edge of the meadow, Sebastion calls to me, “Were you the girl I saved in those woods?”