No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 608

"I'm sorry, Sabrina. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just... I love you so much. I lost control."

Sabrina didn't respond. She pulled away from him, straightened her clothes, yanked open the door, and ran out.

Daniel watched her go, but he couldn't bring himself to follow.

She'd kissed him first, but he knew—her mind had been on Vincent the whole time.

In the end, that kiss wasn't about him. It was about her feeling hurt by someone else.

The thought twisted in his chest. He pressed a hand to his heart, a sad, hollow smile tugging at his lips.

Sabrina burst out of the practice room, hurriedly smoothing her hair and adjusting her clothes. She ignored the receptionist's greeting and rushed straight out the front door.

Once outside, she walked along the empty street, but her mind was still replaying what had just happened with Daniel.

She had to admit—for a moment, she'd felt something.

She was human. She had needs. And Daniel? He was handsome, wealthy, and completely devoted to her.

If it weren't for the tiny piece of her heart that still belonged to Vincent, she might have let herself fall into Daniel's arms.

Even now, thinking back on it made her pulse quicken.

Her phone rang, cutting through her thoughts.

She fumbled for it, half expecting Daniel's name to appear on the screen. Instead, it was Vincent.

Her heart skipped.

She hesitated, then answered. "Vincent."

Her voice came out rough, strained.

"Are you home?" he asked.

"Yeah," she lied. "I'm home."

He seemed to relax at that.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Then, quietly, he said, "Earlier... I'm sorry."

She blinked, surprised by the apology. "Vincent, I don't blame you. I love you."

He listened to her say the words, but his response was flat. Just a quiet "Mm."

They didn't talk long. He told her to get some rest and hung up.

*****

Damian kept going. "Well, let me tell you something. Even if it costs me everything, I'm going to set her free."

Vincent shrugged, feigning indifference. "We'll see about that."

Damian matched his tone. "I'll be there when it happens."

Vincent got into his car. Before closing the door, he rolled down the window and shot one last glance at Damian. "You know, Mr. Langley, you should find something better to do with your time. Chasing after someone else's leftovers? It's honestly kind of sad."

He didn't wait for a response. The car pulled away.

Damian stood there, fists clenched, glaring after him.

The war had begun.

Whatever it took, Damian told himself, he would free Scarlett from this marriage.

And if he was being honest with himself, he hoped for more than that. He wanted to give her the life she'd once dreamed of.

After dropping Eric off, Damian drove straight to the hospital.

He walked into the inpatient ward and gently pushed open the door to Scarlett's room. The bed was occupied—but not by her.

He froze, staring at the stranger lying there. The family gathered around the bed stared back at him, equally confused.

After a long, awkward moment, Damian found his voice. "Where's the patient who was in this room?"