Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Vanessa’s Tantrum and Scarlett’s Heartbreak

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Vanessa was clearly fuming, but in the end, she could only flop onto the mattress with a resigned sigh.

Children’s tempers flare quickly but fade just as fast. Besides, Scarlett had never held that much significance in her world anyway. By tomorrow, Sabrina would be back to indulging her with treats and attention, and today’s disappointment would be completely forgotten.

The moment her head hit the pillow, Vanessa drifted into a deep, untroubled sleep.

Scarlett, however, found sleep utterly elusive no matter how she tried.

The more she replayed Vanessa’s dismissive attitude, the deeper the wound in her heart grew.

Finally, she pushed herself upright on the couch, the suffocating feeling becoming too much to bear.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was gripped by an intense craving for alcohol.

Even during the times when Vincent had completely ignored her, she had never considered drinking-back then, she’d still had Vanessa by her side.

But now, she truly felt she had nothing left to lose.

She threw a light jacket over her shoulders and slipped quietly from the room.

As she passed Vincent’s study, she noticed the door stood slightly ajar, light spilling into the hallway, shadows shifting mysteriously within.

Her initial intention was simply to check if Vincent was working late, but when she peeked through the crack, her blood ran cold. Sabrina was perched directly on Vincent’s lap, her slender arms wrapped possessively around his neck, her face tilted downward-they were unmistakably locked in an intimate kiss.

Scarlett jerked her head away as if burned, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. She fled downstairs as quickly and silently as her trembling legs could carry her.

Logically, she had known for a long time that Vincent and Sabrina had crossed every boundary. But witnessing their intimacy firsthand struck with a visceral force that mere imagination could never replicate.

The image of their entwined figures was now seared into her mind, an indelible brand of betrayal.

She made her way to the kitchen, poured a generous glass of wine, and stood staring out the dark window, swirling the deep crimson liquid as she reflected on her marriage to Vincent. The entire arrangement now seemed utterly pathetic and absurd.

In one swift, desperate motion, she threw her head back and drained the entire glass.

The alcohol failed to numb the pain. Instead, the dam finally broke, and silent sobs wracked her body.

She clutched at her chest, a chaotic storm of panic and desolation raging inside her.

Just then, her phone vibrated on the counter.

She glanced down-it was Nathan calling.

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Chapter 95 Vanessa’s Tantrum and Scarlett’s Heartbreak

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Not wanting Nathan to detect her distress, Scarlett took several deep, steadying breaths before answering. “Hey, Nathan.”

She strained to keep her tone even, but a faint tremor still betrayed her.

Nathan, perceptive as always, chose not to comment directly. Instead, he asked, “It’s getting late. Why aren’t you home yet? Clara keeps asking for you.”

His words felt like another twist of the knife in Scarlett’s heart. Her own daughter showed her nowhere near the affection her little niece did.

She paused, collecting herself before replying, “Vanessa isn’t feeling well, so I’m staying with her tonight. I’ll be home tomorrow evening.”

Nathan was clearly not convinced. She could hear his hesitation through the line, but in the end, he simply said, “There’s a package for you at the door.”

That reminded Scarlett of the bracelet Damian had mentioned. “Could you sign for it for me?” she asked.

“Sure,” Nathan agreed.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

Scarlett was just about to say goodbye and end the call when Nathan spoke first, his voice laced with concern. “Scarlett, be honest with me. Is Vincent pressuring you into something?”

“No,” Scarlett answered a little too quickly.

Truthfully, the arrangement she had with Vincent didn’t impose upon her daily life significantly.

Vanessa was, after all, her child. Taking care of her was her responsibility.

Another heavy silence filled the connection.

Finally, Scarlett said she needed to go and ended the call.

After hanging up, she mechanically washed her wine glass and returned it to its proper place.

She stood there for a long moment, allowing the cool night air from the window to soothe her heated skin, before finally turning to head back upstairs.

But as she turned, she froze. Vincent was standing there, not far away, dressed in his pajamas. His hair was still damp and dripping, as if he hadn’t bothered to dry it properly after his shower.

Scarlett started violently, her heart leaping into her throat, but she quickly schooled her features into a mask of composure.

“You… you’re still awake?” Her voice came out hoarse, edged with an unintentional chill.

Vincent’s gaze was intense and unreadable. “Yes,” he replied flatly.

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Scarlett couldn’t decipher his mood, and frankly, she no longer cared to try. “I’m heading up,” she stated, moving to brush past him and exit the kitchen.

“Wait.” His voice stopped her in her tracks.

Scarlett paused but didn’t turn to face him. “What is it?”

Her mind began racing again, conjuring unwelcome images.

Back in the study, Vincent and Sabrina probably couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Maybe they’d even… consummated their passion right there on his desk.

By now, Sabrina was likely passed out from exhaustion.

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eyes remained fixed on her stiff back. “Is Vanessa feeling any better?”

“Yes, she’s asleep now,” Scarlett replied tonelessly.

Judging by Vanessa’s behavior earlier, it hadn’t really seemed like she was suffering from the cold Vincent had mentioned.

But whether she was truly ill or not, Scarlett wasn’t willing to take any chances.

If Vanessa really was sick and I wasn’t here… what would happen then?

Vincent’s voice remained devoid of emotion. “Okay.”

Scarlett understood that signaled the end of their exchange.

Any further conversation would only descend into more painful, awkward silence.

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