Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 870

Exhausted, Scarlett collapsed in Damian's arms, falling fast asleep within minutes.

Holding her tight, Damian kissed her forehead in deep contentment, "Goodnight, babe."

Ever since Scarlett and Damian entered Theron Manor, Vincent hadn't driven away.

His car remained parked by the curb, with him sitting silently inside.

Vincent kept his eyes locked on the front gates of Theron Manor the entire time.

He was waiting for Damian to leave.

Yet after waiting over four agonizing hours until three in the morning, Damian never stepped out.

Glancing up at Scarlett's second-floor bedroom window, the light that had turned on around ten had only just gone out.

What was Scarlett doing up so late, leaving her lights on all night?

The thought threw Vincent's mind into utter chaos.

Is Damian staying the night?

The ground outside his car window was littered with endless cigarette butts.

A single look revealed at least a full pack had been smoked away.

Meanwhile, his phone sat on the console with dozens of unanswered calls flashing on the screen.

Half were from Sabrina, and the other half were from his parents.

Past midnight meant today was officially his wedding day with Sabrina.

Yet the thought of tying the knot brought zero joy—only an overwhelming sense of dread.

Coupled with Damian staying overnight and Scarlett's brutal words, Vincent finally realized she was genuinely with Damian now.

But why?

We're not even divorced yet—how could she move on with him?

The more he dwelled on it, the harder fury burned in his chest.

In a burst of rage, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, knuckles splitting blood.

Clenching his bloody fist, a chilling glare flashed in his eyes as he muttered, "Fine, Scarlett—just you wait, I'll never let you two get your happy ending!"

With that, he fired up the engine.

Vincent flashed a dark smile, his words heavy, "Exhausted? Yeah, I'm dead tired."

With that, he resumed walking toward Ravenshade Villa, but Sabrina trailed behind him.

Right at the front entrance, Vincent halted without turning around, "Tradition says the groom shouldn't see the bride the night before the wedding. Head back—I'm turning in too."

Sabrina froze in her tracks, unable to take another step forward.

Seeing her stop, Vincent walked inside without looking back.

Watching his figure disappear into the courtyard, Sabrina slowly moved her numb legs back toward the neighboring house.

Inside the living room, Maria was still busily stitching a delicate white lace bridal veil for Sabrina.

Back home in Nebula City, it was a long-standing tradition for a mother to hand-craft her daughter's wedding veil before her big day.

Since the wedding had been rushed, Maria had been working around the clock to finish it in time.

Seeing Sabrina walk in looking drained, Maria put down the veil and asked in concern, "What's wrong, honey? You look upset."

Sinking into the sofa with a pale face, Sabrina declared with eerie calm, "Mom, Vincent doesn't love me."