She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

"The first thing you need to learn, princess, is that you are always paying for what you buy, not what they are selling." Silco holds out a hand, leading Scar to the chair in front of the window, sitting her down like the queen he wants her to be as he nods at the stage, "Is a

stone embedded on a piece of metal worth 3 million?"

Scar looks up at him, blinking in confusion: "...no?"

Silco smiles, not denying nor approving: "To a family who struggles to stay above water, definitely not. They wouldn't even blink before they choose the money over that little ring, but, for people with emotional attachment to the ring with money to spare, say...Ava Fuller?" "Then she's paying for the ring from her love one, instead of a stone on a piece of metal," Scar nods, understanding Silco's logic as she follows his lead.

Silco gives her an encouraging smile and a gentle pat on her head: "That's my girl."

It's really stupid, but his praise spreads a warm wave through her. It's how she felt -- wanted to feel when she brought Anna her straight As from school. But every time Ava would cry and make a fuss about it when she did so, saying she was just bragging because Ava couldn't get as good grades, so later Scar just hid her everything from them when all she wanted was an approving smile, to hear a simple "that's my girl".

"I wouldn't be revenging something that happened twenty years ago if I'm trying to save money," Silco stands up straight, seeing Scar brightening up a bit, "I'm not buying a ring or a necklace, I'm paying for their pain, and you are here to land the punches. Deal, my princess?"novelbin

Scar grins brightly, amazed at how Silco can just lift such a heavy burden on her heart so easily with a few words: "Deal!"

Silco smiles, pulling a chair to her side but half a chair behind her, like a knight guarding his princess: "So, tell me the story behind the ring then."

Scar nods and starts. She tries to keep it simple, but all the details seem so important like how she sneaked into his college during lunch break.on the other side of the street, and how she totally crimed when she opened the notebook he once left behind instead of returning it immediately, and how she left it on come and

the table for Sebastianit on

find it himself because he hated her for Ava, but then couldn't leave it unguarded so she waited in that empty classroom for a whole afternoon, and got detention for skipping school...

Silco would laugh with her when she laughs, pats her head when she accidentally touches dark memories, and adds a little comment here and there between raising his plate to continue the fight with Sebastian He makes it so comfortable to spill that she is no longer telling him about isho

why that ring matters to her

enemies, but her whole teenage years and her crush on Sébastian. She has hardly looked through these memories in these hard years. She started to hide from them when she began to lose hope in her marriage, but the real lock was put on when she went into prison.

Maybe because while bitter-sweet, these are still some of the best days. The teenage years felt so hard when it happened, but the problems in those days were so much simpler. Scar would rather get a detention every day, drawing silly pictures of the teacher during, than see the dark shadow of her poor baby every time she sees Ava.

But those days are past and forever gone.

"You really loved him, huh?" Silco asks, tilting his head to search for her eyes. Scar lowers her eyes, shutting down the window to her soul with her raven eyelashes. Silco taps her chin up gently: "Hey,

shame, princess. Love is never nee

wrong. You gave him some of the most valuable things in the world, and that's never a fault. He didn't take good care of that valuable, then shame on HIM. Could you have handled things better? Probably. But that doesn't give anyone the right to hurt you, in any way."

Scar looks up at Silco, biting her lips to force her eyes not to get wet. Silco's eyes pull her in with all the care and understanding, pure without even a shred of dirt, unlike her so-called family ever was. She feels close to this man, more than anyone in her life right now, when ironically, his identity remains the most mysterious.

"Who are you...?" Scar murmurs as she is lost in his soulful gaze.

Silco smiles, rubbing her hair as he lies back: "I thought you didn't care to know?"

"Hmph, I'm adaptable," Scar mimics his casual style, shrugging lazily.

Silco laughs, tilting his head with his gaze lands on Scar, who waits nervously.