Chapter 93
093 I Was Her Whole World
Sebastian’s POV
Sitting in the doctor’s office, I’m waiting for Scar’s test result. I dare not go with Granny because I know Scar doesn’t want to see me. She just wants the divorce papers,
I don’t have them.
I don’t want to let her go. It’s freaking hard and I don’t know why.
I thought I could. I thought I didn’t want to divorce her just because I was used to all that she had been doing for me. I thought I was just used to having her around. I thought I had come to accept that she would be my wife.
But none of that could explain how I just wanted to dive off with her when her chair fell over the edge.
When I caught Ava’s chair, I was joyful. I was happy that I saved her. But that’s not how I felt when I jumped over for Scarlett.
When I saw Liam Ryan kick her chair, my mind went blank for a second. It was like my soul floated out of me, in fear of accepting what was happening. I flew over with only her chair in my eyes, and I couldn’t see a life beyond that day if I failed to catch her.
I only saw Adrian jumping over way after we pulled her up together, and I felt so lucky that I caught her chair, because I didn’t know Adrian had come, and I didn’t know how to forgive myself if I failed to save her when I was her only hope.
But she didn’t seem to notice me. She was shaken up like a kitten and she threw herself into Adrian the
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It hurts like hell.
Not just because she was in another man’s arms, but because of the pure trust she in him. Because she relied on him like a fragile little kitten, hurt once, yet still willing to trust. Just no longer trusting the one who hurt her before.
I was her husband, a word I have always felt sacred, a word I took a vow to get, and she didn’t even think I cared about her life.
She didn’t think she could rely on me.
That realization came to me like a knife to my heart, cut slow and deep, so much that I couldn’t breathe, because I dared not even imagine how desperate she was at that moment, when she thought I was there to choose Ava over her life.
I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. I care about her now, but she is no longer there to hear that. She doesn’t care about me anymore.
I don’t think she had even talked to Adrian until a week ago, and she cried in his arms, sobbing like the whole world wronged her.
I was her whole world, and I wronged her, deeply.
I thought her depending on me was a burden, but when I was relieved of that, all I could feel was a
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lightness too heavy to bear.
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I once thought that she was wrong to be jealous of me and Ava, because I knew Ava before her, and I knew I wasn’t cheating on her. So I thought I was taking the responsibility of a husband. Like how my parents were.
Now I know. My father had love for my mother, and that made all the difference.
There isn’t enough room for a third person in love, not even a friend, if that friend sits on the line of being too intimate every now and then.
Every time when I pushed on that line, Scar would back off. And I got so used to it that I forgot the line was there. I thought the kiss was nothing, just to comfort a girl who was going to undergo a scary surgery, but I was going crazy when I watched Adrian carrying Scar downstairs to places where I couldn’t see, when it was just a hug, right after she nearly died.
If I had to watch them share a kiss, even one just on the lips like me and Ava, I would have lost it.
I can’t imagine how deeply I hurt Scar. I dare not to think, because I know if I see clearly, then even l wouldn’t root for myself to ask her to come back.
I have been so selfish for so long, then let me be selfish this one last time. I don’t have anything else to stop her from leaving. I don’t have a reason, I don’t have a good memory shared, and I don’t have anything that could convince her to
I I don’t have her love anymore, and I didn’t know how much that empowered me until I lost it.
“Mr. Fuller?” The doctor comes in, and I stand up, “You are the husband? Your wife needs special attention, especially at such a critical period.”