She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

062 The Three Musketeers

Sebastian's POV

Adrian smirks with a delighted tone at his phone.

Did I miss anything here? I would understand if Jeremy Rogers did things by the book if he didn't agree to help Adrian so quickly without even hesitation.

It was a great chance for me to own him, and my help was worth something. It didn't feel like he helped Adrian out of friendship, but that he chose to not help me out of some personal vendetta.

But I don't even know him personally!

he

I'm pretty sure

Adrian was going to hang up, but when he took a glance at me, sighs lightly and adds to his phone, "Ohh, it came to my attention that the other Fuller girl is not answering her phone, either. Not sure if it's related to Scar's missing in any way but, this piece of information mi He ends the phone call, and I feel like I'm about to burst at humiliation and confused

anger.

"What?!" I snap at Adrian, can't help my mean tone.

"Well," Adrian shrugs with an annoying smirk, "You are welcome."

I want to argue, but I don't have a stand. I know Adrian sees the similarity between Ava and Scar's case, and he mentioned that only to help Scar. But if this helps us find Ava, then I do owe him.

"Do I even know that guy? I don't remember stepping on his foot..." I mutter, looking away. I know Adrian way back, and though we weren't as close as we used to be, we know each other well, somehow. I do pay attention to his life, even after our fallout. I'm sure he does the same.

Adrian glances at me tauntingly, teasing my curiosity: "Yeah, you do."

"..." Like how, when, where, what, why?! How's that a good answer to any question?!

"I only know of him at school," I frown, trying to pull up memories from years ago, searching for him, "I don't think I have spoken to him once-"

"Let me give you a hint: The Three Musketeers. Ring a bell?"

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""...the book?"

"Right there. That oblivion is exactly why," Adrian snorts, shooting me a displeased glance, "Sebastian Knight, life is about choices of who and what to keep in it. That's all that life is. Maybe you should start counting how much of your life you have given up for the Fuller pa Ava and Gabriel. They are the two people Adrian hates the most, for some reason.

"You don't hate all the Fuller girl though," I glare back at him, my warning comes out faster than I could think, "She's still my wife, mind you, and I'm not planning to divorce her."

I

I did not think I would say that, but when it came out, it sounded right.

I don't want to divorce Scar, and I don't plan to. I've done wrong, but I can change. I can make up for what I did, and I will change her mind. I can't stand watching her being with anyone else, not Adrian or anyone. Call it possessive or anything, but when I took that wedding vow, I meant it.

Adrian doesn't look surprised, but despising: "You don't get to make that decision on your own."

"You didn't speak up five years ago, and you missed your chance," I ignore him, saying in a firm tone when God knows that firm tone is only to assure myself.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I'm not the one who's five years too late, Sebastian." Rarely, Adrian didn't say this with sarcasm, but this one line tasted the sourest.

He was right. I didn't see clearly what I had. I mistreated a woman who was nothing but good to me, and I hurt her for that. I was the one who was five years too late.

"I might be late, but you were never her choice," I insist, not sure who it's for at this point, "she loved me for 15 years, she won't just throw it away. So long as I-"

"Do you even know why she loved you?"

Adrian's sudden question penetrated all my weak defense. Is there any particular answer to that question? I'm so used to having women going after me that I have never thought of that question. Women desire me, for me the person, or anything else, but they do. Scar is o That was what I used to think. At least, I have never thought that there would be

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"Do you?" I ask Adrian and he just lets out a mocking laugh.