She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 197

197

Scarlett’s POV

Because of my special condition, the police didn’t take me in, but just kept me under tight surveillance with two officers guarding my hospital ward.

Ava is not happy about it.

She wanted me to be charged with attempted murder. Actually, I think she wanted me on the chair the next day.

To be honest? I wish I could be charged with successful murder. I’m not living anymore. I’m just surviving, for a revenge that I see no hope of getting. I wasn’t trying to kill her when I lost control and hurt her with the fruit knife. If I wasn’t irritated into that and actually had my right mind, I wouldn’t have missed.

I wanted her dead.

In that sense, they SHOULD lock me up.

“Scar…? Scar…”

It took me a moment to realize that Sebastian is talking to me.

He has been coming to visit me every day, ever since I stabbed his Ava. Surprising. He hadn’t got time for me after I almost died with out child, but he is free to shed crocodile tears now.

I turn to look at him, silently.

I think just purely out of manner, I should respond. But I have no energy, the least for him. I can’t seem to command my muscle to utter a simple “hi”.

Why can’t he just drop the act as if any of this matters?

“Please, Scar, take another bite of your egg, please?” He hold the fork closer to my lips. I turn away with a frown. The oily smell repels me.

Or maybe he does.

He puts down the plate gently on the little table in front of me, and I grip my fingers, waiting for the fake friendly mask to finally come off.

“You want to see Ava in jail, no?” Sebastian tries to negotiate.

I snort. I surely wouldn’t let him know if I wanted that. He would make sure it wouldn’t happen.

Not that it’s going to happen without him interfering though.

“Scar, you won’t be seeing that day if you don’t even eat,” He sighs.

“Like you’d care…” Only after I heard myself did I realize I said that out loud.

His hand pauses half way pushing the plate closer to me. Seeing him hurt sends the pleasure of revenge through my hollow chest. Of course he cares. He is the white knight, the man who requires himself to do everything righteously. He can hurt me, but he did that for the balance of the universe.He can murder our baby, and surely he had some good reason for that, too.

His principle forces him to care about his wife who almost died at the hands of his girlfriend.

Ohh, right. Ex-wife.

“Stop with the righteous act. We are already divorced,” I look away. Bored, again.