She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 3

Scarlett’s POV

“The bone marrow transplantation was three months ago, silly,” Sebastian’s chuckle follows her request out to the empty hallway.

I put my hand on the doorknob, but I can’t seem to find the strength to turn it. I have seen how loving they are together, too many times for too long.

As if torturing myself, I just freeze there, listening.

“Today is just a regular checkup, and the result has been good every time before this, hmm?” Sebastian comforts.

I could see his tender smile in my head as he coaxed the love of his life, his powerful palm patting her on the head like she was the most delicate flower in the world.

That warmth and love are something I have had only once from him, and that one time I thought I touched the sun. For that one time of light I saw in my dark life, I threw myself to that sun, betting with everything I had.

And just like the sun, he burnt me.

No matter how much I loved him, no matter how much I did for him, I won’t ever get anything in return. Because he already paid the ultimate price: he married me, a woman he doesn’t love. And that makes everything okay.

“What if it failed...again?” Ava says in a crying tone.

Willebrand is not curable...yet. Sebastian basically bought this VIP ward for her, and spent the past five years coming up with one plan after another with the doctor he got her with a seven-digit salary, who is said to have made breakthroughs in curing Willebrand.

“Then we will keep trying,” Sebastian replies with all the tenderness in the world, “you know I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I can’t. I can’t enter. His words drain all the energy I can find in my limbs and I almost melt.

I knew he loved her. I was reminded of that every day for as long as I can remember. You’d think I should be numb to that pain by now. I wish. But my rebellious heart still hurts for him.

“I know you will. It’s just...” Ava mumbles, hesitatingly adding, “I won’t be able to be with you if I remain the imperfect vase...”

...one that breaks at the lightest touch. Usually, her words like this get everyone rushing over to comfort her.

Sebastian does not answer instantly this time.

My throat is dry as it clenches, hurting so much that I have to hold my breath. Will he tell her the good news? That he will be a free man today? He can now. He knows his freedom is on its way, and he can promise his life to her.

I want to barge in and stop him. I don’t want to hear him saying it out loud. But I dare not. The last time I let my feelings take the better of me, it got me a five-year-long punishment.