Chapter 17 I\u2019m Working on It\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even though she was angry, Vanessa put on a sweet smile for Sabrina. \u201cSabrina, I\u2019m fine! I just really want to hear you play the piano again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina\u2019s face lit up. \u201cI have a concert tonight! I can get two tickets-you and your dad can come!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa clapped her hands, jumping up and down. \u201cYay! You\u2019re the best!\u201d She threw her arms around Sabrina\u2019s neck, pressing her cheek against Sabrina\u2019s silk blouse. It smelled like vanilla- nothing like her mom\u2019s plain soap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent watched, his mind elsewhere. He couldn\u2019t stop thinking about Scarlett-how she\u2019d ignored Vanessa, how she\u2019d laughed with Nolan, how she\u2019d looked like she didn\u2019t care about any of them. He remembered the old Scarlett-the one who\u2019d cry if Vanessa was gone for an hour, the one who\u2019d wait up for him even if he came home at 3 a.m., the one who\u2019d do anything to make him happy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He thought of a time when he\u2019d taken Vanessa to his grandfather\u2019s house for the weekend. Scarlett had come home to an empty house, panicked, and driven an hour to find them. When she\u2019d seen Vanessa eating a chicken drumstick, she\u2019d grabbed her and burst into tears, saying, \u201cI thought you were gone!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d thought she was being dramatic then. Now, he missed that drama-missed the way she\u2019d cared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVincent?\u201d Sabrina said, waving a hand in front of his face. \u201cYou okay?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He snapped back to reality. \u201cYeah. Let\u2019s sit down.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
They ordered food, and Vanessa snuggled up to Sabrina, watching her scroll through her phone. \u201cAre we getting front-row seats?\u201d she asked, her eyes wide.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina bit her lip. \u201cThe front row\u2019s sold out, baby. Only the second row is left.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s face fell. \u201cOh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina\u2019s concerts were always sold out for every performance, but she intentionally set the price for the two front-row seats very high. She didn\u2019t do it for any other reason than to keep them available, thinking that if Vincent and Vanessa wanted to come, she could let them have the seats for free.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent put down his menu. \u201cI\u2019ll handle it.\u201d He pulled out his phone and called Abbott. \u201cGet me two front-row tickets for Sabrina\u2019s concert at Rivergate Grand Hall tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abbott hesitated. \u201cSir, I already checked-they\u2019re sold out. I tried to buy them from the buyer,\u00a0<\/p>\n
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but they refused.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent frowned. \u201cOffer them more money. Double, triple-whatever it takes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI did, Mr. Stewart. They still said no.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent hung up, annoyed. He was used to getting what he wanted-money had always solved his problems. But this time, it wasn\u2019t enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside the hospital, Nolan hung up his phone. The person who\u2019d offered to buy his concert tickets had been persistent, but he\u2019d refused. He turned to Scarlett, who was waiting for him by the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWant to go to a concert with me tonight?\u201d he asked, smiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett hesitated. She was still married-even if she was getting divorced, it felt wrong to go out with another man. But Nolan was a friend, and it was just a concert. \u201cSure,\u201d she said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nolan\u2019s face lit up. \u201cGreat! I\u2019ll pick you up at 7.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett nodded, turning to go back inside. \u201cI\u2019ll see you then.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nolan watched her walk away, leaning against a tree. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through a text thread with Marvin-Scarlett\u2019s friend from the small town.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marvin had texted him earlier, \u201cWhat do you think of Scarlett? I\u2019m working on it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer\u2019s Begs\u00a0<\/p>\n
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