She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

102 My Kind Of Fun

Scarlett’s POV

Ohh, now that makes sense. No wonder why Ava would reach out to me, at the price of painting at peaceful illusion in front of Mom between us no less. She panicked because she thought Sebastian had a glimpse of her true color.

Wait, no, that doesn’t make sense at all.

That wasn’t like him at all, Shouldn’t he be beating the shit out of Liam Ryan for smearing the name of his pure angel?

Finally, after all these years, Ava stepped on a line that even his blind love couldn’t make him look the other way?

Now this is my kind of fun, to see that Ava actually understands what fear is.

“I seem to remember that you said it wouldn’t matter even if I told him the truth, and he will no matter what,” I tilt my head at Ava, “That night when you showed off to me about how he proposed to you, remember? In fact, you dared me to tell him–”

will love

you

“You bitch!” Ava snaps at me, but she keeps her face straight. I glance at Mom, and she moves her vicious death stare away from me.

“I’ll help you leave the city,” Ava suddenly says, “Divorce him, and I’ll help. I can even help you find your real parents. You have been sneaking around Dad’s study, I know.”

“Seriously? I mean, fool me once.” I snort, not falling for her trap this time, “Scheming for your whole life, and this is your solution when you realize that you are losing him? Even a promise solid as gold is not enough to outshine your true color, what does that tell you, sister?”

I bet the plane would crash if Ava was the one who arranged it for me. Getting bitten or is quite enough.

“I don’t want to leave the city anymore,” I enjoy the fire in her eyes that my taunt lights up. “I want to stay and watch how your true color burns through the skin you stole from me bit by bit, and how will see everything that you got by scheming gets away from you like sand you can’t grasp!”

“I stole from you?!” Ava’s calm mask finally cracks. Her face twists as her body straightens like the snake it is, “You should never have existed! You dipped in MY parents‘ love, you dipped in a luxurious–life that didn’t belong to you, and you dipped in a man that’s beyond your reach! You are the thief and you would be nothing if it weren’t for MY family!”

I never knew Ava felt this way.

This is the first time I realize that, in our tragic feud all these years, Ava was mean and horrible, but she wasn’t who started it.

Jack Fuller was. Maybe even Anna Fuller, partly, for allowing this

distorted “family” to exist.

They took me home just to feel safe for having a daughter whose life was continuously under threat. If -they had told me it was a deal, maybe it wouldn’t feel this bad. I would have dealt with them just to

survive anyway, and I wouldn’t have felt I was stripped of a family, and Ava wouldn’t have felt threatened by an intruder.

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I suddenly feel tired. I don’t even have a reason to hate them. I just want to leave.

“Even if it wasn’t me, Jack Fuller would have found you another blood vessel,” I say calmly, “but that one is your dad’s fault. He took me home as a slave, but he gave me the fake title of an adopted daughter. If he didn’t lie to the both of us, you wouldn’t be distorted to such by jealousy, and I wouldn’t be drowning in

resentment.”

Ava opens her mouth in shock, not expecting this from me.

The old me would have argued with her, and I only see how ridiculous I was now. I never had the position to fight for the love of her family.

“YOU stole from ME. Let’s make that clear. You bullied me for years and you lured me here to my death. I intruded into your family, but I have saved your life more than a dozen times in the past, and it was my bone marrow that cured you, Ava Fuller,” I find peace saying this finally, “I won’t tell the police that you lured me with the intent to kill, but that’s the last payment of my debt.”

I’m done with you Fullers. For real this time.

“Mom, I’m going home,” I leave Ava in the room, calling her that maybe for the last time, “Ava sort of apologized, and I forgave her. It wasn’t her fault.”

She WAS a pathetic victim in Jack Fuller’s doing. It was all but a stone–cold lie, and I was hurt because! believed. At the end of the day, I didn’t lose anything that wasn’t mine.

I can finally move on now.

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