No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 603

As he drove, Vincent kept one hand on the wheel while the other fished a cigarette from the pack and lit it. Harris' words circled endlessly in his mind, tangled up with the image of Damian leaning in to kiss Scarlett.

His chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing down on it.

Once he cleared the hospital parking lot, Vincent rolled down the window.

The wind rushed in, tousling his hair and messing with his head even more.

Maybe it was the smoke, but his eyes felt raw, almost wet.

Thinking about Scarlett led him back to what Harris had said.

Him? In love with her?

No way.

Ridiculous.

But if that wasn't it, then why did the thought of divorcing her bother him so much?

*****

After Vincent left, Scarlett slumped against the bed rail, completely drained, staring blankly at nothing.

Damian sat down on the edge of the bed. He wanted to reach for her hand, but Vincent's words made him hesitate, his hand pulling back at the last second.

He could handle being the villain in everyone else's eyes. But Scarlett? She didn't deserve that.

When he looked up at her again, he noticed her eyes were red, glistening with unshed tears.

Alarmed, he quickly said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said back there. That was out of line."

Scarlett pressed her lips together and shook her head gently. "It's not your fault. Even if today hadn't happened, he still wouldn't let me go easily."

The mandatory waiting period for the divorce had been over for a while now. Scarlett wasn't blind—she'd noticed Vincent dragging his feet at every turn.

Damian looked at her, concern etched into his features. "Don't worry. I'll be here with you. If he won't agree to the divorce, we'll take him to court. We've got Felix—he's one of the best family lawyers in the city, and he doesn't lose. We'll have him handle it."

Scarlett wiped her eyes and gave Damian a small, grateful smile. "Thank you."

Seeing her like that, so open and warm with him, Damian almost reached out to pull her into a hug.

But Vincent's words echoed in his head again, stopping him cold.

He held back. He'd wait—until she was officially free—before making any real move.

*****

On the drive back to Ravenshade Villa, Vincent pushed the car hard.

What usually took thirty minutes took him barely twenty.

Once he pulled through the gates, his steps were quick and heavy as he headed inside.

The living room was empty. Lily was probably out running errands.

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