She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

037 The Loving Birds Show

Scarlett’s POV

I don’t really want to go.

I don’t know how to face Granny.

I was the one who asked for this marriage, and I was the one ending it. Well, I was the one ending it because he never was in it. But I do owe Granny. She really tried to get to know me, and she changed from being mad at me to accepting me into her family. She has treated me with nothing but fairness. But now I’m disappointing her again.

I don’t know how to tell her about the divorce.

The only console is, Sebastian promised that he wouldn’t announce the news before Granny’s birthday party.

I think that’s why he has been delaying his signature. Granny wants us to be happy, truly

“Why the long face?” Aurora nips my face tauntingly, “You look like you are not going to a party, but your death execution.”

Yeah, a’party where Sebastian would be, and surely Ava and probably Gabriel. If there is any difference between that and death execution, it’s that the latter is painless.

“Thanks for coming with me, Aurora…” I put my head on her shoulder, mumbling. I hate taxis, especially in the city. They drive crazy, and I lose a life every time I get car sick. I suspect the baby also gets carsick easily because ever since I found out that I was pregnant, I feel like the pain has doubled.

“Sorry about the taxi, Scar…” Aurora pats my head and lets me close my eyes on her

houlder, “Damn that red–light runner! Or I would have driven you myself…”

As a former racer, Aurora has absolute control when driving, and she’s the only driver who doesn’t get me car sick. She got into a car accident recently. Not too big a deal, but she can’t drive it until she gets her bumper fixed.

“I’m fine…” I close my eyes to steady my breath.

It’s not the ride that I’m worried about. It’s the destination.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The party is held at the Plaza Hotel. I arranged everything, from the guest list to Granny’s favorite caterer. When we arrived at 7 PM, the square in front was packed, and the driver had to pull up by the side of the road.

“Just great!” Aurora complains, flipping the driver as he grunts at us for making him come to such a busy street.

I really want to sit down on the ground. But I can’t. Not in the formal dress. Usually Sebastian

17 The Loving Bros Show

would be the one driving me here, and we would pull up all the way to the building. Not that I think about it, I never got car sick when he drove either.

Attending Granny’s birthday party was one of the few days in our long, tormenting marriage. that wasn’t too hard. He wanted to show a harmonious image in front of that child–like old lady, and he knew I was a bad liar, so he would try his best to comply with me that day, making sure I would be in a good mood,

What a dream I lived. Looking back now, all I could see are the countless holes in the cocoon of lies I made myself.

Putting my weight on Aurora, I walk slowly to calm the nauseous feeling. Cold sweat broke out on my back, chill in the dusk’s breeze. I shiver, wondering if it’s noticeable. Carrying a little troublemaker around is NOT easy! Though I can’t feel his weight yet, I never felt the same after I got the news.

I’m growing close to him. I feel him.

“Scar!”

My step pauses at Ava’s shout, hesitating to turn around. But Aurora has already stopped.

I turn around, and fury lights in my chest that I almost laugh out loud – Sebastian’s car pulle up to me and Aurora. Ava’s head sticking out from shotgun.

So his “I don’t have time to pick you up today, can you ask Aurora to drive you?” is because his time was arranged for Ava? Why am I even surprised at this point?! Even though he was the one who asked me to hide our divorce from Granny. Even though HE asked me to come to put on the “loving birds” show. He wouldn’t even make an effort.

“Where is your car?” Ava puts on her innocent act, asking me with a caring tone, “Want to hop in? Seb wouldn’t mind.”

He would, or he would have picked me up.

I look over at the driver’s side, but I can’t see his expression. Part of me wants to hop in just to annoy the mean love birds. But I have done that.

I shake my head slowly, disappointed at him and at the same time at myself for still minding Ava at this point. I have chosen to let go, so why allow them to keep on bothering me?