She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

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Scarlett's POV

Because of my special condition, the police didn't take me in, but just kept me under tight surveillance with two officers guarding my hospital ward.

Ava is not happy about it.

She wanted me to be charged with attempted murder. Actually, I think she wanted me on the chair the next day.

To be honest? I wish I could be charged with successful murder. I'm not living anymore. I'm just surviving, for a revenge that I see no hope of getting. I wasn't trying to kill her when I lost control and hurt her with the fruit knife. If I wasn't irritated into that and actually had my right mind, I wouldn't have missed.

I wanted her dead.

In that sense, they SHOULD lock me up.

"Scar...? Scar..."

It took me a moment to realize that Sebastian is talking to me.

He has been coming to visit me every day, ever since I stabbed his Ava. Surprising. He hadn't got time for me after I almost died with out child, but he is free to shed crocodile tears now.

I turn to look at him, silently.

I think just purely out of manner, I should respond. But I have no energy, the least for him. I can't seem to command my muscle to utter a simple "hi".

Why can't he just drop the act as if any of this matters?

"Please, Scar, take another bite of your egg, please?" He hold the fork closer to my lips. I turn away with a frown. The oily smell repels me. Or maybe he does.

He puts down the plate gently on the little table in front of me, and I grip my fingers, waiting for the fake friendly mask to finally come off.

"You want to see Ava in jail, no?" Sebastian tries to negotiate.

I snort. I surely wouldn't let him know if I wanted that. He would make sure it wouldn't happen.

Not that it's going to happen without him interfering though.

"Scar, you won't be seeing that day if you don't even eat," He sighs.

"Like you'd care..." Only after I heard myself did I realize I said that out loud.

His hand pauses half way pushing the plate closer to me. Seeing him hurt sends the pleasure of revenge through my hollow chest. Of course he cares. He is the white knight, the man who requires himself to do everything righteously. He can hurt me, but he did that for the balance of the universe. He can murder our baby, and surely he had some good reason for that, too.

His principle forces him to care about his wife who almost died at the hands of his girlfriend.

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"Stop with the righteous act. We are already divorced," I look away. Bored, again.

"Scar, I believe what you said, and I'm trying to confirm it—"

"If you truly believe me, then you wouldn't need to confirm!" I snap at him. Didn't tell him that already? He shouldn't have known what Ava was capable of the time when she framed me about the invitation to Granny's party!

Nowadays all I could think of is how stupid I have been. How I let Ava push me further and further, all the way till I lost everything.

"I know! And I do believe you!"

Sebastian grabs my hand, searching for my eyes, "I just need to prove that to the police. You want to see that, don't you? You need to eat so you can-"

"I'm sorry, I don't see two police man standing by Ava's door!" I swing his hand off.

Pain flashes through his eyes.

He IS easier to hurt than Ava. That woman has no shame and no fear and no dignity. But he does. He wants everything according to his wishes, AND he wants the good name.

I curve my lips, nailing my eyes on his as the devil's blood pouring into me:

"Since when do you also lie with pretty words, hmm? Sebastian Knight? Spent too much time with Ava, so now lying becomes your second language, too?!"

He looks at me, deep sorrow in his eyes.

I laugh. The more, the better.

"Your dear Ava wants my life, and you are giving her the knife! Just like you left our door open for her! And now you are telling me you are trying to help me? Seriously?!"

"Scar, put down the fork or you might hurt yourself," Sebastian grabs my wrist gently. I pull my wrist back before I stab him on the shoulder.

I did it on purpose this time! I fucking hate him and I want him to regret ever taking my baby away for Ava!

With a suppressed groan, he grabs his own shoulder. A policeman charges in. So that's what this is for? They didn't condemn me fast enough, so he came to speed it up for his Ava?! "What's going on?!" The policeman demands.

"Nothing," Sebastian does not turn to look at the policeman, hiding his wound, "I shouldn't have brought up the baby. It was my fault."

With a suspicious look, the policeman leaves.

Feel like I just gave him an excuse to play the righteous knight again. Af if he is doing something generous by not adding another charge on my head. Whatever. Bored, I let go of the fork and lie back.

"I can't remove the officers for now,

but I won't let the charge stay," Sebastian puts on his suit before he puts the bloody fork in his always stainless pocket, "you...you don't have to believe me but just...even if just to see Ava punished, take care

ofyourself before that, k

okay?"

I look at him in silence. He waits for long before he realize I wasn't going to respond. I thought he would sigh, but he just puts on a faint smile and leaves. Who needs his fucking hypocrisy!

"I told you, Sebastian, you can't have it both ways. I told you a long time ago. It's me or Ava."

"I know—"

"And you chose Ava."