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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa was clearly fuming, but in the end, she could only flop onto the mattress with a resigned sigh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Children\u2019s tempers flare quickly but fade just as fast. Besides, Scarlett had never held that much significance in her world anyway. By tomorrow, Sabrina would be back to indulging her with treats and attention, and today\u2019s disappointment would be completely forgotten.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment her head hit the pillow, Vanessa drifted into a deep, untroubled sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett, however, found sleep utterly elusive no matter how she tried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more she replayed Vanessa\u2019s dismissive attitude, the deeper the wound in her heart grew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, she pushed herself upright on the couch, the suffocating feeling becoming too much to bear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was gripped by an intense craving for alcohol.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even during the times when Vincent had completely ignored her, she had never considered drinking-back then, she\u2019d still had Vanessa by her side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now, she truly felt she had nothing left to lose.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She threw a light jacket over her shoulders and slipped quietly from the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she passed Vincent\u2019s study, she noticed the door stood slightly ajar, light spilling into the hallway, shadows shifting mysteriously within.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her initial intention was simply to check if Vincent was working late, but when she peeked through the crack, her blood ran cold. Sabrina was perched directly on Vincent\u2019s lap, her slender arms wrapped possessively around his neck, her face tilted downward-they were unmistakably locked in an intimate kiss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett jerked her head away as if burned, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. She fled downstairs as quickly and silently as her trembling legs could carry her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logically, she had known for a long time that Vincent and Sabrina had crossed every boundary. But witnessing their intimacy firsthand struck with a visceral force that mere imagination could never replicate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The image of their entwined figures was now seared into her mind, an indelible brand of betrayal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She made her way to the kitchen, poured a generous glass of wine, and stood staring out the dark window, swirling the deep crimson liquid as she reflected on her marriage to Vincent. The entire arrangement now seemed utterly pathetic and absurd.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In one swift, desperate motion, she threw her head back and drained the entire glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The alcohol failed to numb the pain. Instead, the dam finally broke, and silent sobs wracked her body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clutched at her chest, a chaotic storm of panic and desolation raging inside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, her phone vibrated on the counter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She glanced down-it was Nathan calling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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It was still relatively early, just past eleven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not wanting Nathan to detect her distress, Scarlett took several deep, steadying breaths before answering. \u201cHey, Nathan.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She strained to keep her tone even, but a faint tremor still betrayed her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nathan, perceptive as always, chose not to comment directly. Instead, he asked, \u201cIt\u2019s getting late. Why aren\u2019t you home yet? Clara keeps asking for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words felt like another twist of the knife in Scarlett\u2019s heart. Her own daughter showed her nowhere near the affection her little niece did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She paused, collecting herself before replying, \u201cVanessa isn\u2019t feeling well, so I\u2019m staying with her tonight. I\u2019ll be home tomorrow evening.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nathan was clearly not convinced. She could hear his hesitation through the line, but in the end, he simply said, \u201cThere\u2019s a package for you at the door.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That reminded Scarlett of the bracelet Damian had mentioned. \u201cCould you sign for it for me?\u201d she asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSure,\u201d Nathan agreed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett was just about to say goodbye and end the call when Nathan spoke first, his voice laced with concern. \u201cScarlett, be honest with me. Is Vincent pressuring you into something?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Scarlett answered a little too quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Truthfully, the arrangement she had with Vincent didn\u2019t impose upon her daily life significantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa was, after all, her child. Taking care of her was her responsibility.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another heavy silence filled the connection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, Scarlett said she needed to go and ended the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After hanging up, she mechanically washed her wine glass and returned it to its proper place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stood there for a long moment, allowing the cool night air from the window to soothe her heated skin, before finally turning to head back upstairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as she turned, she froze. Vincent was standing there, not far away, dressed in his pajamas. His hair was still damp and dripping, as if he hadn\u2019t bothered to dry it properly after his shower.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett started violently, her heart leaping into her throat, but she quickly schooled her features into a mask of composure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026 you\u2019re still awake?\u201d Her voice came out hoarse, edged with an unintentional chill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s gaze was intense and unreadable. \u201cYes,\u201d he replied flatly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Scarlett couldn\u2019t decipher his mood, and frankly, she no longer cared to try. \u201cI\u2019m heading up,\u201d she stated, moving to brush past him and exit the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d His voice stopped her in her tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett paused but didn\u2019t turn to face him. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her mind began racing again, conjuring unwelcome images.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back in the study, Vincent and Sabrina probably couldn\u2019t keep their hands off each other. Maybe they\u2019d even\u2026 consummated their passion right there on his desk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By now, Sabrina was likely passed out from exhaustion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes remained fixed on her stiff back. \u201cIs Vanessa feeling any better?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, she\u2019s asleep now,\u201d Scarlett replied tonelessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Judging by Vanessa\u2019s behavior earlier, it hadn\u2019t really seemed like she was suffering from the cold Vincent had mentioned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But whether she was truly ill or not, Scarlett wasn\u2019t willing to take any chances.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If Vanessa really was sick and I wasn\u2019t here\u2026 what would happen then?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s voice remained devoid of emotion. \u201cOkay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett understood that signaled the end of their exchange.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Any further conversation would only descend into more painful, awkward silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1.0K\u00a0<\/p>\n
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