Sebastian's POV
When Scarlett still doesn't say anything, I get up from the sofa with a long, slow exhalation, trying to steady the anger churning inside me. My hands balled into fists inside my pockets, and my chest felt uncomfortably tight.
I watched her face shift through a series of emotions I couldn’t fully read. Frustration? Sadness? Maybe even anger? I wasn’t sure, but I knew the look that lingered the longest was pity, and that damn look stung more than I cared to admit.
Letting out a sharp exhale, I broke the silence. “Listen, Scarlett, I didn’t tell you this because I wanted you to pity me or see me as some kind of broken man,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected. “I told you because you deserve to know. You deserve to understand the risks and the kind of burden you migh
