Page 53 of His Scarlette Obsession
“Because it’s not enough! It shouldn’t be enough.”
A part of me wants to tell the other man to shut up. This ismyjet he’s on, andmywife he’s talking to.
But the other part of me...
All it wants is what Scarlettereallywants, and if letting this whole damn thing play out is what it takes for her to find that—
“Remember how I helped you through your parents’ divorce?”
Then so be it.
“Remember how I taught you to drive? How I stayed up all night helping you study for your SATs?”
But of course, I also need to cover my bases, and so I quietly inform Nadir that emotional manipulation is not admissible evidence—
“Remember how you used to bring me coffee every morning at the bakery?”
—which Arav is also just as quick to counter, as he also quietly points out to the secretary that Vaughn’s words are meant to establish a pattern of care and commitment, this being the very foundation of Sharasan marriage laws.
Damn you, old man!
“Don’t you remember how I made you blush—”
And damn you, Vaughn Fuller!
“—the first time our hands accidentally touched?”
Enough, dammit.
I’m half out of my seat, ready to haul him across this table and beat him bloody—
“You can’t just pretend those things didn’t happen, Scar. You loved me since you were sixteen.”
The words hit like a sledgehammer to my chest. My gaze snaps to Scarlette, and what I see there makes my blood turn to ice.
“You can’t just fall out of love with me like that,” Vaughn presses, leaning forward. “Not after all those years. Not after everything we shared.”
The pen in my hand snaps in half with a sharp crack that echoes through the silent room. The sound seems to bring Scarlette back to earth, and she blinks, realizing I’m staring at her.
“Is it true?” I hear myself ask.
Scarlette’s expression is distraught. “Lykan—”
“Yes or no.” Each word feels like swallowing glass. “Did you fall in love with him when you were sixteen?”
Her lips start to move, and when I realize what word it’s about to form—
No, fuck, no.
My chair hits the wall as I surge to my feet.
“I need a minute.”
I can’t fucking breathe. The air in this room is suddenly like poison to my lungs, and my chest feels like a ticking bomb. I take a step toward the door, but someone pushes me from behind—
What the—
All hell is set to break look as I look over my shoulder. I swear, I fucking swear if Vaughn was stupid enough to push me—
