No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 3

Scarlett told herself she didn't want to look—didn't need another knife twist to her chest—but old habits were hard to break. Her thumb tapped the screen before she could stop it.

The video was just a single photo, same as before—Vincent kneeling down in front of Sabrina, his head tilted like he was hanging on her every word. The caption read, "Had a few drinks, caught a chill, called you up... and you showed up. This right here? This is perfect."

A sharp, sudden pain lanced through Scarlett's chest. If they were that in love—if they were so desperate to play "couple"—then fine. Let them have each other.

She was done fighting to be the "bigger person". All she wanted now was a divorce—her daughter, her fair share of the assets, and nothing more to do with the Stewarts.

She stuffed her phone into her pocket and pushed open the front door of the villa. Lily Turner, the nanny, looked up in surprise.

"Mrs. Stewart?" she said, setting down the dust cloth in her hand.

"Where's Vanessa?" Scarlett asked, her voice tight with anticipation. It had been weeks since she'd held her daughter—too long, thanks to her training and Vincent's endless excuses.

"Vanessa is upstairs, playing with her Barbie dolls," Lily replied.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Vanessa's voice echoed from the second floor. "Mom?"

Scarlett's heart ached. She practically ran up the stairs, dropped to her knees, and pulled Vanessa into a tight hug, covering her daughter's cheeks with kisses.

But when she pulled back, ready to gush about how much she'd missed her, she froze. Vanessa was wiping her face over and over, scrubbing at the spots where Scarlett had kissed her until her skin turned pink.

Scarlett's throat tightened. The questions she'd planned to ask—Did you miss me? How's school?—died on her lips.

She stared at Vanessa, her eyes stinging, a mix of hurt and confusion swirling in her chest.

Before she could find her voice, Vanessa bounced on her toes, suddenly eager. "Mom, you're back just in time! I was gonna call you! I'm starting kindergarten soon, and I wanna go to Sunshine Kindergarten." Her eyes lit up like she'd just talked about a trip to the toy store.

Scarlett frowned, confused—she'd never heard of Sunshine Kindergarten before—but she couldn't bring herself to dampen Vanessa's excitement. It was just kindergarten, after all. If it didn't work out, they could switch later. "Okay, baby," she said, forcing a smile. "Sunshine Kindergarten it is."

Vanessa cheered, jumping into the air. "Thank you, Mom! You're the best!"

Watching Vanessa's grin, Scarlett hesitated. How could she ruin this moment by bringing up divorce? By asking if Vanessa wanted to live with her?

She reached down, her hand brushing her stomach—still flat, still a secret—and took a deep breath.

"Vanessa," she said, her voice soft but serious, "do you want a little brother or sister?"

Vanessa's excitement faded for a second. She twisted a strand of her hair, then nodded. "A little brother."

Scarlett's chest hurt. "But what if Mom's scared?" she asked, her voice cracking. The amniotic embolism from Vanessa's birth was years behind her, but the fear—of bleeding out, of leaving her daughter—still woke her up at night.

Vanessa looked at her like she didn't understand. "Then Mom shouldn't be so selfish," she said, matter-of-fact. "You had me, didn't you?"

It was like a punch to the gut. Scarlett stood there, her face going pale, frozen to the spot.

She'd spent four years up with Vanessa at 2 a.m., feeding her, rocking her, calming her nightmares. She'd skipped work events to watch her first steps, her first words. And now Vanessa was calling her selfish for being scared to risk her life again?

After a long, terrible silence, she managed to whisper, "Aren't you scared of losing Mom?"

At this moment, she just wanted to know from Vanessa if there was still any love for her.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, already turning toward her bedroom. "Ugh, I'm gonna go to bed." She ran into her room and slammed the door shut.

Scarlett stood at the top of the stairs, feeling like she'd turned to ice. Vanessa—her baby—had just brushed off her fear like it was nothing. Then, through the closed door, she heard Vanessa's voice, bright and excited again.

Scarlett's breath caught. Sabrina? Why is Vanessa talking to Sabrina?

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