Chapter 52
052 Promise To Ava
Sebastian’s POV
I don’t know what got into Scarlett. I mean, I do know. We wronged her, and she is upset. But how long would it last?! I never knew she could be so hard to talk to. Everything I say she has something sour waiting for me. I thought she wasn’t friendly with Ava, I was sourly mistaken.
She proved that she could be a thousand times meaner to Ava if she wanted to.
And what shocks me the most is, I can’t feel the burning anger that would got me to sign on those papers that I used to feel all the time.
“Ava, please, can you go with Alfred today?” I pull my phone out to call Alfred. I don’t have the energy to deal with the both of them today. I might not like it when we married, but I don’t like being rushed into a decision that I don’t feel like to make either. And Adrian is not helping.
Maybe it’s just men’s ridiculous ego clouding my judgment. But I just don’t want to let him have Scarlett. I hate the idea of him touching her, or any man, to be honest.
I hate to admit it, but I do enjoy sex with Scar.
She tastes different than any woman I have ever had. It wasn’t just “sex” with her, it WAS, making love. Even just, a one–way love. But she loved me, and with that sparkling in her purple eyes, all her soulful gazing, her tamed moans and even her fierce fights taste better.
I miss her.
I just wish things could go back to before, when I didn’t know how horribly I was treating her, and she would never mention anything either.
Alfred pulls up the car fast, but Ava doesn’t budge. She stands there like a caprious child, glaring at me with tears in her eyes.
I want to comfort her, but anything I say to her now, I’d have to pay for it in a minute- Scar is not saying anything anymore, but she is watching, with cold eyes.
“Ava-“I sigh, and suddenly she cuts me off-
“Just tell me, Sebastian Knight, were you ever going to marry me?” Ava demands, her voice cold like ice. I have never seen her like this before. In that moment it’s like she hates me. Real hatred.
052 Promise To Ava
I don’t know. I would have married her if Granny hadn’t made me five years ago. But the Granny who had always given the most room to make decisions for myself, objected firmly like never before. And it was also the first time Scar refused to help. Ava when we needed her bone marrow. So I went with it. I gave up Ava like Granny wanted, and I married Scar…like I thought she wanted.
But now, I don’t know.
Ava and I have grown far from a path to possibly share. I protect her out of habit, but I see the little girl I wanted to protect less and less in her. Especially after the surgery.
This isn’t the first time Ava mentioned something about divorcing Scar.
She would always paint a picture of our marriage “after” – if she can ever be cured; she has hinted several times that “there isn’t any more obstacle” between us now. In fact, she made me promise that I would marry her on the day of her surgery, saying that it would be her sole source of power to go through with the surgery where she might die.
She wouldn’t. The surgery was more than safe. But I did say those words. I thought I was doing the right thing…until now.
I should never promise anything when I wasn’t ready to deliver. Not even a white lie to comfort a patient going on to the surgery table.
I think I do love Ava, but the idea of spending my life with her is now five years away, and I have accepted my fate for so long that I can’t remember what it feels like to
I
want that.
If I had a choice, I’d want things to go back to before the surgery.
But neither Ava nor Scar seems to want that. But I shouldn’t give Ava hope just because Scar is trying to divorce me. I’m not ready. I need time to sort things out.
“Marriage is not light, Ava. I just need time, okay?” I try to keep my tone gentle, but even I can hear my frustration in there.
“You promised…” Ava murmurs, and the hurtful look on her face almost made me change my answer. But I can’t. It’s wrong. I don’t to marry again without making sure it’s what I want to do.
“Is it because of her?” Ava points at Scar without even looking her way, “You fell in love with her, did you?!”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.