She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

"How have you been--" I start, only to stop when I hear how ridiculous my question is when she has been in prison, "I mean, I have been looking for you all this--"RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"Looking for me?" Scar laughs lightly, her icy purple eyes finally darting in my direction since I climbed up the wagon, "Why? I didn't know revenge also has this kind of a charm."

You deserve any revenge you want. I'm just glad you are here.

Scar wouldn't accept my visit after our first and last conversation in prison. And then she was transferred away not a month into the state prison. Abnormally, even with Damian on our side, our motions of requiring her records or even her whereabouts were denied over and over again.

I wanted to tell her about our baby, but I missed my chance.

Scar missed five years with her, and that's all my fault.

"I tried to locate where they transferred you to, but they denied our motions..." I start, only to feel the sharp sarcasm behind her eyes, and my tongue adds in haste, "I really did! It should have been a standard motion but--"

"But you remained in your luxury house, and I remained where I was," Scar curves her lips lightly as if we were talking about the weather.

She doesn't care if I actually made the effort or not.

She smiles more now. Much more than before when she was married to me. She smiles at her pain, and she smiles at her enemies.

Except I feel like I see hatred, I see pain, I see a deep buried sorrow and endless anger in her smiles. I just couldn't see her.

She is not here. Not really.

"Scar..." I suddenly realize I have always been calling her Scar, but now it feels different, when she actually adapted the blood-soaked word as her name when it used to be just a cute nickname.

She waves at the audience in a way that tells me she's just doing it to ignore me. Even that tickles my heart. I'm too deeply corrupted by the poison named Scar, yet when I found her, she was already leaving.

"Scar...have you...been in contact with your dad?" I ask. I have to. I need to tell her about the baby, but if she already knows, then it would explain her vicious hatred toward me.

"Why would I be?" Scar frowns, real anger cracking her mask. I didn't think anything would stir up emotion in her empty eyes.

Yeah, why would she be? She would

have reached out to Damian if she wanted her family. She is no longer that Scat just occurred to me that maybe our common motion of requiring her whereabouts was denied was purely a result out of her Wish.

Johnny Vanderbilt. He is the only one who knew about our baby besides me and a few that I trust. Not even Ava.

He has been looking for Alice, just like I have been looking for Scar. Secretly, sparing no effort.

I had lost Scar. I couldn't lose my Alice, too. She is the angel Scar sacrificed her life to save for me. Besides, she needs me, too. I hid her well, on an island right under people's noses. When I'm not there, Lilith would be. To the whole world, Alice Knight is just our stillborn baby.

But we managed to make the little

angel stay with us. Somehow. I couldn't even start looking back at that dark period of my life. With Scar locked up and then completely lost. With the fact that I failed to tell her about our baby, and let her disappear on me thinking she failed to protect the baby. I had signed the notice of critical condition for Alice so many times that even in my dream she was leaving me.

But my worst nightmare, was still that one day when I found Scar, she would be dead, and that's because failed to let her know that even. though we all failed her, there was still a pure little angle that she could, and should live for.

Pray to God. That didn't happen.

I'm too happy that I can't quite come around from the fact that Scar is right in front of me, alive. Even with her cold attitude and her claim of revenge, I feel like today is the lightest day of my life. "Scar, Lilith is coming back tomorrow," I try to ease my way to the topic that's been burning on my heart, "Would you--"

"I know," Scar says with a shrug.

What?!

"What...? What do you mean you know?!" The moment I realize I raised my voice, Scar's impatient glare shoots over, "Sorry! I'm just...surprised."

"Surprised?" Scar frowns suspiciously, "It's surprising to you that I kept in touch with my friend? I was locked up. Not dead."

"I mean, she left the city almost the same time as you... did," I hide my fear, trying to brush over my panic moment, "She broke up with Damian--"

"I know," Scar says again, swiftly.

How?! How did she even- The most important thing is, how much does she know?

"Soooo...have you met Lilith's daughter?" I ask. My heart pumping in my chest like a broken engine.