She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 188

Scarlett’s POV

I force my brain to not think about how likely it would be that Sebastian was the one who dug up my old art box out of reminiscence, kept it close to where he sleeps, and cared for it.

Saving my baby is the most important thing right now. A weapon is just a last resort. I really wish I didn’t have to use it. I have no intention of fighting anyone with a several-pounder in my belly.

Calling for help would be ideal. But how? How, without my phone?

My eyes land on the window -- the security system. Any window or door damaged in the house, would instantly trigger an alarm. The emergency phone number registered is mine, so if I don’t ignore it or shut down the alarm, the security company would come over and check.

But breaking the window means exposing my existence.

I need to trigger the alarm as soon as possible, but once it’s triggered, whoever is in the house will all come for me. How long could I survive against them? But I would have zero chances if they found me first.

Zero versus a slight, tiny number? The latter still wins.

I didn’t get to choose the “win”. The moment I stand up, a pure white mask appears outside of my window, scaring a shrill scream out of me. I grab the closest thing to my hand and throw it at his face. He dodges by instinct, forgetting the window between, and I dare not even wait to see if it would knock him off the window before I dash for the door.

The next second, a loud, nerve-wracking alarm burst out in the whole house.

I drag open the door and dash for the stairs -- the basement is my best shot to hide out these few crucial minutes!

But none of my plans worked out because right by the stairs, stands another ma--

Wait, woman!

The whole house is dark, but the dim light from the window casts her curvy figure on the wall beside her.

“Ava?” I blurt before I could even think. She is not speaking, and I didn’t see the face of the one outside my window. But my brain called it when I saw the shadow on the wall.

I lived with her for twenty years. I’m too familiar with her.

“Are you crazy?” I calm down more when I realize this is not a random robbery, “You can’t get away with it if you dare hurt me today. Leave now, and I’ll let it go.”

I won’t. I grip the utility knife in my hand. But first, I need to survive today.

She remains silent.

Her complice is right outside the window. I dare not be hesitant. I raise my knife at her, showing my weapon clearly: “This is too much, even for you. Break and entering won’t put you away for life, but it WILL ruin your career.”

She laughs. A low, creepy laugh. It’s so frantic that I can barely recognize Ava’s voice in it.