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And in the end, Scarlett “won.”
She managed to move in with Harrison, holding up her success like proof that she’d made the right choice.
But she didn’t realize that choice would be her downfall.
After that call with Jeannie, I lost all interest in Scarlett’s affairs.
I picked up a new hobby, pottery, crafting little figurines at the local studio. It was soothing and made me happy.
One day, as I was leaving the studio, I noticed Scarlett standing outside the neighboring hotel, with Jazz and Sabi by her side.
She was screaming, “Seven years of marriage, a beautiful daughter–and this is what you do? How could you cheat on me with Sabi?”
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She was shouting, and Delilah clung to her, looking scared.
Sabi’s clothes were disheveled, but she didn’t seem embarrassed at all. She even snuggled up to Jazz right in front of everyone.
“Oh please, Scarlett,” she sneered, “you’ve turned into a frumpy old housewife. No one’s helping with the kid, and you don’t even take care of yourself. Jazz has to look at that face every day. How could he not get bored?”
Then she winked at Jazz.
“So, Jazz, which one of us do you really want?”
Sabi was young, and Jazz was already frustrated with Scarlett. Being caught red–handed, he had no shame, only irritation.
“Scarlett, why are you making a scene? Everyone messes around a little–your dad left your mom, and she forgave him. You even call Vivienne ‘Mom‘ now. So why not make peace?”
Scarlett’s eyes went wide, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Jazz? How can you say that?”
She looked ready to hit him, but he shoved her away, holding Sabi close.
“Scarlett, enough games. You thought your dad wanted you back in his life? No, he only cared because you had money. If you’re so desperate for approval, that’s on you.”
“Let’s get divorced. You can have the kid, we’ll split the money, and then we’ll be done. And don’t even think about fighting for more–you didn’t mind your mom’s lonely fate; why should you care now?”
Every word hit Scarlett like a punch, and she broke down.
Sabi even looked down at Delilah and smirked.
“Your mom’s so dramatic, isn’t she?”
Scarlett’s eyes widened as she pulled Delilah close, who only cried, hitting her mom back.
“I hate you, Mom! I want Sabi!”
Scarlett’s face twisted in anguish. She raised her hand to discipline Delilah, but her daughter bit her, then ran to Sabi.
Staring at me in the crowd, Scarlett looked utterly lost, like she finally understood what she’d once put me through.
At that moment, her eyes were complicated and full of mockery.
Perhaps this was the moment when she finally realized–
The words she once said to me now went round and round, hitting her squarely on the brow.
