She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 162

Scarlett’s POV

“I, owe, you?” I raise my eyebrows, poking his chest with a frown.

Sebastian chuckles at my “attack”, holding my waist tighter: “I owe you a million apologies and more. I owe you a good husband, a comfortable home, and five years of happiness, but yes, this one thing, you do owe me.”

“I gave you a chance and a million after that,” I humph at him, trying to push him away with my arms as wedges between us. Effort in vain.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Sebastian asks and I lower my eyes. He taps my chin up with a hooked finger, but to my surprise, there is a smile instead of sadness in his eyes, “I know you don’t, and I deserve that. But you forced me to marry you when I wasn’t in love with you, and you owe me a chance to pursue you now, when our position is exactly the opposite.”

“I just want what you asked of me five years ago, Scar,” Sebastian gazes at me with his soulful eyes, “Every bit of my debt I will pay, but I want to collect just this one debt from you...please?”

How do you say no to the man who you hate when you have loved him for years?

I would have exploded in happiness if I was still the naive girl five years ago. I would have shouted out the news of the baby to him and married him right here right now. But I’m not. If I learned one thing from the past five years, it’s that the only basis of a marriage is love. I don’t want to rush into things. I can’t afford it again.

“I...I don’t know...” I don’t want to pour cold water over his head after the most touching speech I have ever heard in my life, but it’s the right thing to do.

“What don’t you know?” He demands, searching for my eyes when I try to dodge.

I don’t know how or if it’s even possible to go back.

Even if we can restart, the past would still be there, and so would Ava. I don’t know how to forgive and forget, and I certainly don’t know how to go around Ava when she holds such an important place in his heart. Can we really start again?

“If...” I blurt, only to stop myself when the familiar dangerous feeling grabs me when my heart tries to trust him. I hate that. I don’t want to put myself out there only to get disappointed again.

“Yes?” He waits, with sparkles in his eyes.

I don’t want to tread on his heart. As mad as I was, now when it comes to this, I don’t want to hurt him. I lower my eyes, my angel and my devil fighting on my shoulders. One of them tells me to run away, and the other tells me to let him down gently.