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But today, there was no little sticker for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Because she\u2019d been late, Vanessa couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that the teacher was giving her the cold shoulder. Even when she shot her hand up high, waving it to answer questions, the teacher just glanced right past her. By the end of the day, Vanessa was in a foul mood-grumpy, quiet, and seething inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d cursed Scarlett a thousand times in her head, her hatred growing stronger with each passing minute. Not only had Scarlett refused to apologize for hitting Sabrina, but she\u2019d also purposely skipped dropping her off at school-making her look like an irresponsible troublemaker in front of the teacher. Hmph, I\u2019m never talking to her again. Not ever.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Scarlett\u2019s clinic hours ended right on time. Before six o\u2019clock, she\u2019d packed up her things and left the hospital. Once she was in her car, she finally pulled out her phone to check it-only to find two unread messages-one from Vincent that morning, asking her to drop Vanessa off at preschool, and another from Henry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cScarlett, your mom and I spent all day prepping-made your favorite braised pork, Vanessa\u2019s favorite sweet and sour ribs. Bring her home tonight, just for a little while. We haven\u2019t seen our granddaughter in ages.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Henry had always been persistent, and Scarlett knew she couldn\u2019t say no. With a sigh, she gripped the steering wheel and headed straight for Vincent\u2019s company. If she wanted Vanessa to agree to go see her grandparents, she\u2019d need Vincent to help talk her into it \u201cJust this once,\u201d she told herself. \u201cI\u2019ll ask him, and that\u2019s it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett parked her car outside the Stewart Group building and waited. Minutes ticked by, turning into half an hour. She watched as employees streamed out of the building, laughing and chatting about their day- but there was no sign of Vincent. Impatience bubbled up, so she reached for her phone to call him. As she unlocked it, she saw Vincent\u2019s morning message again-the one about dropping Vanessa off at school. She\u2019d been swamped with emergency patients earlier and had completely missed it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A twinge of worry hit her. Vanessa was such a competitive little thing, always wanting to be first, always craving the teacher\u2019s praise. If she\u2019d shown up late\u2026 Scarlett could picture Vanessa crying in the corner, feeling like she\u2019d let everyone down. The thought made her chest ache. She hadn\u2019t been there to drop Vanessa off, and now her daughter would probably hate her even more\u2014would think Sabrina would\u2019ve never let her be late, that Sabrina would make a better mom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then she shook her head, pushing the worry aside. What was the point? She wasn\u2019t the one who\u2019d walked away. Vincent and Vanessa had been the ones to leave her, to choose Sabrina over her. She didn\u2019t need to feel guilty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, the glass doors of the Stewart Group slid open and Vincent stepped out-flanked by Abbott. He looked sharp in his tailored suit, tall and lean, standing out like a sore thumb in the crowd. All he had to do was stand there, and people couldn\u2019t help but glance over.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A black Rolls-Royce was parked at the curb. Vincent walked over, but he didn\u2019t get in. Instead, he opened the driver\u2019s side door, lifted one hand to shield the roof, and held out another toward the seat inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett didn\u2019t pay much attention to the car at first, did\u2019t care who was inside. But then the passenger leaned forward, and she saw it clearly-it was Sabrina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Sabrina stepped out, Vincent kept his hand up, shielding her carefully. She looked like a fairy\u2014 untouched by the chaos of the city-in a simple white dress, her hair flowing softly over her shoulders. Her\u00a0<\/p>\n
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style was understated, but next to Vincent, she didn\u2019t look plain at all. They fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett rolled down her car window, watching her husband and the woman he\u2019d chosen, from across the street. Even the sunset seemed to favor them-painting the sky in warm oranges and pinks, their shadows stretching on the ground, tangled together like they belonged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina slipped her arm through Vincent\u2019s, natural as breathing. He looked down at her, his eyes soft with a warmth Scarlett had never seen from him-not in their five years of marriage. Abbott, sensing he was third wheel, stepped back quietly, giving them space.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent said something to Sabrina, his voice low, but Scarlett was too far to hear. She sat in her car, frozen, her hands tightening around the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. But then she remembered her parents, waiting at home with a table full of food, and forced herself to get out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she walked over, she caught snippets of their conversation. \u201cIf you\u2019re tired, don\u2019t push yourself with the concert,\u201d Vincent was saying. \u201cFocus on your studies first Didn\u2019t you always want to be a doctor?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina tilted her head, a soft smile on her face. \u201cI do love being a doctor\u2026 but I love piano too. I don\u2019t want to give up either.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent smiled back, his gaze tender. \u201cThen don\u2019t. As long as you\u2019re happy, that\u2019s all that matters.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will,\u201d Sabrina said. \u201cIf it gets too much, I\u2019ll tell you. Promise. Don\u2019t worry about me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent nodded, then leaned in to close the car door-only to freeze when he spotted Scarlett standing a few feet away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was dressed simply-blue jeans, white sneakers, a plain long-sleeved shirt, and a small crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair fell loose down her back, catching the last of the sunset. She wasn\u2019t smiling, but she didn\u2019t look sad either-just calm, like she was there for a business meeting, not to talk to her husband.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s surprise faded quickly, replaced by annoyance He frowned. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina turned to look at Scarlett too, her expression neutral.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett didn\u2019t beat around the bush-she got straight to the point. \u201cI need to talk to you. It\u2019s about Vanessa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cSpit it out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents want to see her,\u201d Scarlett said, her voice stealy. \u201cI\u2019ll take her to their place tonight-she can stay. over, and I\u2019ll drop her at school tomorrow. You can pick her up in the afternoon, if you want.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In their five years of marriage, Vincent had never once et Scarlett\u2019s parents or her brother. He\u2019d never asked about them, never shown any interest in her family. It was like her life before him didn\u2019t exist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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