Chapter 53

053 Turn Of Event Scarlett’s POV It’s a bit ridiculous to hear Ava accusing Sebastian of loving me, but in some way, I know where she’s coming from.

Sebastian has always loved her, but she was far from his only girl.

Ava is on one year older than me and three years younger than Sebastion. To teenager, three years is a long gap. For a very long time, Sebastian only saw Ava as a little sister that he wanted to protect, not a lover. I know because he had his share of girlfriends throughout highschool, even college.

It wasn’t until I married him that I got to know: Sebastian broke up with those girls, often at Ava’s request.

Apparently his girlfriends tend to grow a habit of bullying Ava. Being Ava’s “biggest bully“, I don’t know how much of those stories are true.

I feel sorry for those girls dating a guy who doesn’t have a whole heart to give, but who am I feeling pity for? I chose myself a guy who had no sherd of his heart to spare for me.

Still, even if Ava framed them on purpose, I sort of understand – it’s one of the hardest things to do on earth, to watch the guy who is supposed to be yours, who says they love you, to be with another.

I know. I got myself five years of that.

Maybe Ava’s taste is even more sour than mine, exactly because she would think that she’s entitled to that, but she can’t have it.

That’s what confuses me the most–I never understood why they were never together.

Not even when Sebastian apparently took Ava to Granny. That’s why I never had even–suspected that Sebastian would have proposed to Ava – they weren’t even in a relationship at that time.

Not that Sebastian didn’t want to. Maybe Sebastian used to see Ava only as a little sister, but Ava confessed her feelings to him first in high school. At least, the first time she bragged about it to me.

And Sebastian said yes.

153 Turn Of Event +25 BONUS I don’t know what twist of events happened after that, but Ava ended up refusing to be with Sebastian saying, she didn’t want to be a burden, so she wouldn’t get into a relationship with anyone if she was going to be the fragile doll that can die at the slightest injury.

That’s what started his whole endeavor of curing her at all costs.

Still, none of these could explain why Sebastian is not jumping at the first chance! gave him to marry Ava.

“It’s not because of her,” Sebastian says to Ava, slow and clear, “I don’t take marriage lightly, Ava, and I need time.”

He rarely uses such a dominant tone on her. No warm smile, no joking or anything. Ava is not used to it, and it shuts her up effectively.

“Alfred, can you take Miss Fuller back home, please? Safely.” Sebastian watches Ava calmly, and she has to get on the car with a reluctant pout, her face so sullen with a dark storm forming in her eyes.

A bit awkward to be here, to be honest. I hardly see trouble in paradise.

“Here you are,”

Sebastian pulled out a kraft bag out of his car. I reach out instantly, and he pulls it back. I frown and look up at him, and surprisingly, I see bitterness in his eyes-

This is exactly what happened last time when I gave it to him, except our positions have changed.

“I just want a talk, is that okay?” He asks, his tone heavy with...sorrow? Not much, but I can tell. I practiced years of reading his expression, and this is one I have never seen on his face...for me.

It should be ironic how he was too arrogant to grant me the same wish only a few days ago. But I don’t taste a win. I’m just reminded of the bitter taste that almost brought me to tears when I made the same request. I remember how all I wanted was for him to spare me a patient look, to give me any encouragement so that I could tell him about the baby as somewhat good news.

“Please?” Sebastian urges, but he suppresses any hasty he might feel and keeps his tone patient. Almost modest.

His tone almost brings me to tears...because I know how it felt to be on his side.

+25 BONUS I know how hard it was to speak in such a powerless tone, to beg for something that you know you can’t get, but still, somehow, you wish the other could show you mercy and just give you something so trivia to them.

I don’t want to go back to that time. It was too dark, too painful, too...desperate. But ! can’t hurt him in the same way he hurt me.

Just...for Granny and the baby’s sake. I tell myself to be patient as I keep my tone calm: “I can talk, but nothing you say would change my decision. I’m sorry.”

I know how hard it was to speak in such a powerless tone, to beg for something that you know you can’t get, but still, somehow, you wish the other could show you mercy and just give you something so trivia to them.

I don’t want to go back to that time. It was too dark, too painful, too...desperate. But I can’t hurt him in the same way he hurt me:

Just for Granny and the baby’s sake. I tell myself to be patient as I keep my tone calm: “Tcan talk, but nothing you say would change my decision. I’m sorry.”