She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 157

Sebastian’s POV

It’s not the first time that I have had this doubt.

Scar is a lot like the girl I saved...more than Ava. Not her look, her spirit. I guess I saw that even before she brought up the divorce. I dodged her exactly because I couldn’t accept myself looking for similarities between her and the girl I saved when she was Ava’s bully.

I stare into her eyes, and I can’t see a shred of guilt for lying.

Disappointment overwhelms me.

“She...she what?” I frown, blinking to reboot my brain. Ava showed a video of my proposal??? I didn’t even know I was going to propose that day, and Ava definitely didn’t take a video.

It’s ridiculous how everyone thinks I’m in love with Ava when of all women, I have never even dated her.

Scar’s script sets up so romantically and ideally, but the truth is, Ava and I have been in the same strings of schools, but never at the same time. Even Scar, the first impression I have of her that I can remember was when I visited Ava when they both entered high school when I was already graduating from college.

I had never even seen Ava as a woman before that. She was just a kid, a little sister that I sworn to protect. She said she wasn’t happy at home, and I tried to make her time a bit easier during my visits.

I don’t know how much of that I can trust now. But I do remember seeing Scar here and there, usually like the character in the scene just now, snooping around sneakily -- thinking that she did that sneakily. Now to think about it, those were the times when Ava would remind me how crafty and evil her adopted sister was.

From where I am now, I don’t see her peeking as evil anymore. I didn’t understand that as a stupid boy but now...

“Since when did you like me?” I ask Scar, only to realize how little I know about her, “I never asked but...why were you into me?”

I barely talked to her before she went into high school, nor did I spend much time with her after. It came to me as a surprise when she told me she liked me, right before she demanded my hand in marriage. I was so against that idea, taking that as a shameless blackmail so I never cared about why.

Scar looks back at me calmly, and now I hear how ridiculous I am.