No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 4

The car door swung open. Vincent held his hand over the roof to shield Sabrina from hitting her head, then offered her his arm.

Their fingers laced together as she stepped out—and Scarlett had to look away. Once, that small, intimate gesture would've made her cry for hours. Now, she just felt numb.

She was calm, surprisingly so. Maybe it was because she'd finally accepted the truth—this marriage was over, and Vincent had never loved her. All she wanted now was an answer.

"Vincent, what did you mean by that?" Scarlett asked, her lips trembling. Her voice was shaky, not from fear, but from the anger bubbling just below the surface.

Sabrina stood beside Vincent, her arm still looped through his. Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched across the pavement, merging into one.

Vincent acted like Scarlett wasn't even there. He started walking toward the villa, pulling Sabrina along with him.

Scarlett had lost count of how many times he'd ignored her like this. Her heart was already broken, but when it came to Vanessa—her daughter—she couldn't back down.

She found a burst of strength she didn't know she had, ran forward, and grabbed Vincent's wrist.

"Vincent, answer me!" Scarlett shouted.

He stopped, finally turning to face her. His eyes were cold, no trace of warmth or even recognition. He twisted his wrist, easily yanking it free. "You're too busy with work," he said, like he was explaining something to a child. "Vanessa's still little—she needs someone to take care of her. When you get pregnant again, Sabrina will look after her."

That was how it always was with Vincent—no discussion, no input from her—just orders. But this time, Scarlett wasn't going to let him decide Vanessa's future.

When Scarlett'd left for her training six months ago, she'd hired a wonderful nanny for Vanessa—someone she'd interviewed three times, someone Vanessa had loved.

But last month, she'd found out Vincent had fired the nanny weeks earlier.

While Scarlett was working herself to the bone, Sabrina had moved into this villa, playing "mommy" to Vanessa, acting like she was part of the family.

Scarlett had kept quiet then, too scared to rock the boat, too hopeful that Vincent would come around.

Yet she never expected that, without her even noticing, her daughter would be taken away from her too.

How could she just walk away gracefully now?

"I can take care of my own daughter," she said, her voice rising. "I don't need Sabrina—or anyone else—to do it for me."

Vincent didn't even glance at her. "That's final."

Something snapped in Scarlett. For five years, she'd been the "nice girl"—the quiet wife, the obedient daughter-in-law. No more.

"I said, I can do it myself!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the quiet street.

The air was thick with tension. Sabrina stepped forward, her voice soft and innocent, like she was trying to calm things down. "Vincent, why don't you talk to Ms. Theron first? I'll go check on Vanessa."

Vincent nodded. Sabrina turned to walk away—and that was when Scarlett snapped. "Sabrina, stop."

Sabrina froze, then turned around. Before she could say a word, Scarlett's hand connected with her cheek. A loud slap rang out.

Vincent's eyes widened. He lunged forward, shoving Scarlett aside so hard she stumbled, and caught Sabrina in his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with panic—something he'd never shown Scarlett, not even when she was in the ICU after Vanessa's birth.

Sabrina held her cheek, tears spilling down her face. She looked so small, so helpless—like she had no idea why Scarlett would hit her.

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