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Vincent had no response to her sharp words. He looked away, deciding not to engage further.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett finished cleaning and bandaging her wound in silence. As she was organizing the first- aid supplies back into the kit, Vincent\u2019s gaze drifted back to her. His eyes landed on the bracelet adorning her left wrist\u2013the one Damian had given her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His expression darkened instantly. \u201cThis bracelet\u2026\u201d he said, his voice dropping lower, \u201cDamian gave it to you, didn\u2019t he?\u201d He already knew the answer, but he asked anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett closed the kit with a snap. \u201cThat\u2019s none of your business.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In one swift motion, Vincent caught her wrist, lifting it between them. His eyes were cold and intent. \u201cI told you,\u201d he said, each word deliberate, \u201cI don\u2019t like you getting close to him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett let out a short, humorless laugh. She met his stare head\u2013on. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t like you getting close to Sabrina.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He released her hand and turned his face away. \u201cIt\u2019s not the same.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, she laughed outright. \u201cOpen the door. I\u2019m getting out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent made no move to unlock the car. Instead, he turned back to her, his tone flat. \u201cAs long as we\u2019re not divorced\u2013even for a single day\u2013you\u2019re still my wife.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett found the statement utterly absurd. \u201cAm I really your wife?\u201d she challenged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
years, didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
His face was unreadable. \u201cWhether you were or not, you played the part for five years, you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words struck a raw nerve. A bitter smile touched her lips. \u201cDo you really think I still care\u00a0<\/p>\n
about that now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, it was Vincent who fell silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing he had nothing more to say, and unwilling to drag out the argument, Scarlett changed the subject. \u201cYou\u2019re Vanessa\u2019s father. I hope you\u2019ll pay more attention to her schoolwork.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s eyes lifted to hers, gleaming with sarcasm. \u201cYou have time to accompany other people\u2019s children. Why can\u2019t you spend time with your own?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett almost laughed at the irony.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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way Vanessa treated her versus how Clara did\u2013Vincent might not see the difference, but she felt it deeply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She had no interest in explaining herself to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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After a long pause, she spoke calmly, \u201cVincent, there\u2019s no point in going back and forth. Just tell me\u2013when are we going to the courthouse to start the divorce proceedings?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tone matched hers in coolness. \u201cAnd as I\u2019ve said, before the divorce is final\u2026 we do it one more time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett had heard enough. \u201cYou\u2019re despicable.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In an instant, Vincent seized her hand and pulled her toward him. She braced her uninjured arm against his chest, trying to keep distance between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked down at her, then slowly leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She pushed back hard, but her strength was no match for his.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent pressed his forehead to hers, his voice dropping to a murmur. \u201cHow about we try right now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett glared at him, fury in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed almost amused. \u201cWith so many people around\u2026 want to find some excitement?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unable to bear another word, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The impact stung her palm. His jaw was like iron.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s head snapped to the side. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he turned back, his gaze was blazing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In one movement, he shifted his weight, pressing her into the corner of the back seat. His lips trailed along her neck and ears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett struggled violently. \u201cVincent, let me go! You\u2019re insane!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unmoved, he bit her earlobe\u2013not hard, but enough to sting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She jolted at the sharp sensation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Feeling her reaction, he only intensified his hold. His hand slipped beneath her shirt, circling her waist with ease.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trapped and unable to break free, Scarlett felt her eyes burn. Tears of frustration welled up and rolled down her cheeks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Just as his mouth found the corner of her lips, Scarlett seized her chance\u2013and bit his cheek. Hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t hold back. The taste of blood spread in her mouth almost instantly. Startled, Vincent pulled away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
go far, his large frame still caging her in, casting her fully in his shadow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He touched the spot where she\u2019d bitten him; his fingertips came away stained with blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he wasn\u2019t angry. Instead, he let out a low, scornful laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside the car, Damian had grown restless back on the lawn. Worried about Scarlett, he\u2019d eventually followed the path Vincent had taken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he reached the vehicle and looked through the windshield, what he saw looked like Vincent and Scarlett locked in a passionate kiss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside, the two figures seemed completely absorbed in each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching the scene, the anger in Damian\u2019s chest finally cooled, and hardened into something far heavier\u2013a deep, settling disappointment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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