Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Bring Her Home

But today, there was no little sticker for her.

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Because she’d been late, Vanessa couldn’t shake the feeling that the teacher was giving her the cold shoulder. Even when she shot her hand up high, waving it to answer questions, the teacher just glanced right past her. By the end of the day, Vanessa was in a foul mood-grumpy, quiet, and seething inside.

She’d cursed Scarlett a thousand times in her head, her hatred growing stronger with each passing minute. Not only had Scarlett refused to apologize for hitting Sabrina, but she’d also purposely skipped dropping her off at school-making her look like an irresponsible troublemaker in front of the teacher. Hmph, I’m never talking to her again. Not ever.

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Scarlett’s clinic hours ended right on time. Before six o’clock, she’d packed up her things and left the hospital. Once she was in her car, she finally pulled out her phone to check it-only to find two unread messages-one from Vincent that morning, asking her to drop Vanessa off at preschool, and another from Henry.

“Scarlett, your mom and I spent all day prepping-made your favorite braised pork, Vanessa’s favorite sweet and sour ribs. Bring her home tonight, just for a little while. We haven’t seen our granddaughter in ages.”

Henry had always been persistent, and Scarlett knew she couldn’t say no. With a sigh, she gripped the steering wheel and headed straight for Vincent’s company. If she wanted Vanessa to agree to go see her grandparents, she’d need Vincent to help talk her into it “Just this once,” she told herself. “I’ll ask him, and that’s it.”

Scarlett parked her car outside the Stewart Group building and waited. Minutes ticked by, turning into half an hour. She watched as employees streamed out of the building, laughing and chatting about their day- but there was no sign of Vincent. Impatience bubbled up, so she reached for her phone to call him. As she unlocked it, she saw Vincent’s morning message again-the one about dropping Vanessa off at school. She’d been swamped with emergency patients earlier and had completely missed it.

A twinge of worry hit her. Vanessa was such a competitive little thing, always wanting to be first, always craving the teacher’s praise. If she’d shown up late… Scarlett could picture Vanessa crying in the corner, feeling like she’d let everyone down. The thought made her chest ache. She hadn’t been there to drop Vanessa off, and now her daughter would probably hate her even more—would think Sabrina would’ve never let her be late, that Sabrina would make a better mom.

But then she shook her head, pushing the worry aside. What was the point? She wasn’t the one who’d walked away. Vincent and Vanessa had been the ones to leave her, to choose Sabrina over her. She didn’t need to feel guilty.

Just then, the glass doors of the Stewart Group slid open and Vincent stepped out-flanked by Abbott. He looked sharp in his tailored suit, tall and lean, standing out like a sore thumb in the crowd. All he had to do was stand there, and people couldn’t help but glance over.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked at the curb. Vincent walked over, but he didn’t get in. Instead, he opened the driver’s side door, lifted one hand to shield the roof, and held out another toward the seat inside.

Scarlett didn’t pay much attention to the car at first, did’t care who was inside. But then the passenger leaned forward, and she saw it clearly-it was Sabrina.

When Sabrina stepped out, Vincent kept his hand up, shielding her carefully. She looked like a fairy— untouched by the chaos of the city-in a simple white dress, her hair flowing softly over her shoulders. Her

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style was understated, but next to Vincent, she didn’t look plain at all. They fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

Scarlett rolled down her car window, watching her husband and the woman he’d chosen, from across the street. Even the sunset seemed to favor them-painting the sky in warm oranges and pinks, their shadows stretching on the ground, tangled together like they belonged.

Sabrina slipped her arm through Vincent’s, natural as breathing. He looked down at her, his eyes soft with a warmth Scarlett had never seen from him-not in their five years of marriage. Abbott, sensing he was third wheel, stepped back quietly, giving them space.

Vincent said something to Sabrina, his voice low, but Scarlett was too far to hear. She sat in her car, frozen, her hands tightening around the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. But then she remembered her parents, waiting at home with a table full of food, and forced herself to get out.

As she walked over, she caught snippets of their conversation. “If you’re tired, don’t push yourself with the concert,” Vincent was saying. “Focus on your studies first Didn’t you always want to be a doctor?”

Sabrina tilted her head, a soft smile on her face. “I do love being a doctor… but I love piano too. I don’t want to give up either.”

Vincent smiled back, his gaze tender. “Then don’t. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

“I will,” Sabrina said. “If it gets too much, I’ll tell you. Promise. Don’t worry about me.”

Vincent nodded, then leaned in to close the car door-only to freeze when he spotted Scarlett standing a few feet away.

She was dressed simply-blue jeans, white sneakers, a plain long-sleeved shirt, and a small crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair fell loose down her back, catching the last of the sunset. She wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t look sad either-just calm, like she was there for a business meeting, not to talk to her husband.

Vincent’s surprise faded quickly, replaced by annoyance He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Sabrina turned to look at Scarlett too, her expression neutral.

Scarlett didn’t beat around the bush-she got straight to the point. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Vanessa.”

Vincent’s jaw tightened. “Spit it out.”

“My parents want to see her,” Scarlett said, her voice stealy. “I’ll take her to their place tonight-she can stay. over, and I’ll drop her at school tomorrow. You can pick her up in the afternoon, if you want.”

In their five years of marriage, Vincent had never once et Scarlett’s parents or her brother. He’d never asked about them, never shown any interest in her family. It was like her life before him didn’t exist.

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