She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

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Scarlett’s POV

“He won’t…” Ava grips the torn pieces in her fists, mumbling to me. I don’t know about others, but I certainly see viciousness in her eyes.

“What’s that?” I raise my voice as I pull out my phone, shooting a featured video for the drama queen, “Please, you are not saying you are into the husband of your sister, are you?”

“Stop that!” Seeing me shooting, Ava covers her face like a vampire exposed under the sun. The camera wakes up her acting spirit, and she snaps out of it.

Jack Fuller walks up and pulls her off the ground, a little rougher than

necessary.

“Mad at her now?” I turn my camera at Jack Fuller, “You weren’t exactly upset when she came to me with the cruel truth about my family. You only see how shameful she is to your family name now?”

Jack Fuller shoots me a glare, reaching for my phone. I dodge backward quickly, and Adrian comes up fast, standing in front of me. His hands casually put in his pants, looking harmless.

Jack Fuller halts his steps cautiously.

“Scar, please, don’t do this…” Anna Fuller comes to Jack Fuller’s side, clinging onto his arm as if she could restrain him. She never could. She is just a vine living off her husband. She was loved, but that was all. Shel couldn’t change his mind in any way, or he would have been so horrible.

to me.

“You put a roof over my head, and Ava ruined that home for me,” I tell Anna Fuller, looking right into her eyes. She dodges my eyes and I turn to Sebastian, “I built one for us, and you broke it into pieces.”

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Sebastian’s throat rolls and I don’t give him a chance to speak as I look. away, looking at the Fullers one after anouier:

“And now, you took the one home that could be mine, in the most cruel way possible. You can be happy now because I’m going anywhere. I will stay, and you will regret that you could have dodged my revenge by letting me leave in peace today and you failed to do so, out of your ridiculous, horrible greed and fear. You have imprisoned me for years in the name of love and family, but that ends today. I’ll stay within your reach, and I’ll die before letting you take another drop of blood from

me.”

I’ll be there if Ava needs blood again, just to laugh and watch life drains

from her!

Anna Fuller bursts into a hysterical wailing, and Jack Fuller pulls her into his arms. I thought he would death stare me but he is not. He has a regretful look on his face, whether genuine or fake I do not care.

“Adrian, let’s go.”

Sebastian follows me for a few steps. I glance at him and he stops. Aval stands by her father’s side, her head kept low as if knowing she messed up today. The Fuller couple hug each other tight in silence, not looking at me as I leave.

I’d love to lash out more but I can’t. My belly is hurting like hell, and I dare not show that in front of them.

“Can you give me a minute?” I stop in front of a restroom. This is as far as I can go without bending over at the pain, “You should leave. I can. get home on my own.”

Adrian wants to object but I can’t hold back myself anymore. I dash into the restroom, lock myself in a cube, and let tears burst out of me.

Just like back when Ava first “accidentally” slipped out the fact that I

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was adopted to me.

I felt like I lost my home that day, that the people I had been calling mom and dad weren’t my real parents, and suddenly all the times when they took Ava’s side were no longer “teaching me to love my sister“, but because they never loved me.

Today feels like that, and worse.

Before I just lost a home, but today, I lost THE one home that I could take for granted. I don’t have to be the daughter of the Fullers, but today, I’m the daughter to no one. I was, and I was ripped of that right even before I knew I had it.

There isn’t anyone for me in this world now. I become a real orphan today.

I cry so hard that my head hurts. The skin around my eyes burns because I rubbed too much. My throat hurts as if a knife cut it open and my lungs are in spasm from the gasping and sobbing. My belly hurts, too. For a moment I wished I would lose the baby just like this.

I don’t want him coming into this dark world that has no place for love.

I wish I could die with him.

“Scar?” The soft, gentle, caring voice of an angel suddenly barges into the dark mud pool that I was drowning in.

Aurora? But how?