While Scarlett was terrified, the curtain moved, as the event ended, and the platform headed to the tram garage.
Scarlett felt suffocated and afraid of the darkness surrounding her, so she breathed quickly.
Suddenly, Isaac entered the curtain: “Scarlett!”
“Issac?”
Isaac quickly sat down in front of her and said, “I heard you moaning.”
Scarlett threw herf into his arms.
“What should I do?
I really...
I think I'm not sane.
I forget everything...
I'm so scared...”
Isaac hugged her with trembling hands.
The platform stopped, and Isaac helped her up.
The tram drivers were surprised and asked: “Miss, what happened?”
“Was it dark and scary?”
Scarlett shook her head and tried to smile, but her mind was fuzzy.
Late at night, when she entered the Domfelt family's house, Blight greeted her kindly: “It's getting late.”
Scarlett realized from his response that what she heard outside was true.
He did not ask about the reason for her sudden visit despite her divorce, and he did not use the nickname “Miss,” which he used to call her after the divorce.
She asked in a trembling voice: “My husband... where is he?”
“He won't be asleep yet.”
Scarlett nodded and went up the stairs.
She stood in front of his room door, hesitated, then knocked: “Victor.”
Victor opened the door and looked at her for a long time before asking: “Scarlett.”
“Yes?”
“Do you love me?”
"What?"
She almost asked why that question, but she remembered that he had asked her the same thing before.
Victor smiled: “What’s the matter?
Do you need anything?”
“Sudden visits after divorce are not polite.”
Before he finished, Scarlett hugged him: “This is how you know if I forgot about the divorce or not, right?”
“Isn't it?”
“How did you know?”
“I heard people talking in the street”
“Okay”
Victor replied calmly.
Scarlett let go of him and looked at him: “Victor, I used to hate you for sending me to the monastery.
But you were right.”
"I'm not completely sane.
Who forgets their divorce and goes to their ex-husband?"
She almost choked and continued: “Help me, Victor.
Help me...”
Victor hugged her tightly without speaking.
Scarlett felt safe in his embrace, and her breathing gradually calmed down.
She raised her eyes to him, and extended her hands to hug his neck.
Victor leaned in, but when she tried to kiss him, he turned his head.
She asked sadly: “Don’t you want to?”
“It is not possible”
“You said it was fine to sleep with me.”
“Think about what you say”
“Replace what you want with what I want.
Help me.
If I forget about the divorce and come to you...
If I act strange, stop me.
Keep me somewhere if necessary.”
Victor looked at her with a complicated expression, then said: “I will help you.
Don’t worry.
You always come to me.
I will write down everything you do when you lose your memory.”
“Really?”
“Yes”
Scarlett felt relieved, and tried to move away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
She looked at him in surprise, and he raised her chin and asked: “But, Scarlett, do you trust me?”
I nodded: “You are rational.”
“Didn't you say I'm fish?”
“Yes, both”
“Why would you trust a rational and fish person?”
“As long as I'm not a pirate, you won't hurt me.”
“I may seduce you while you are forgetting about divorce.”
“It won't be your fault.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was always the one who was eager.”
Scarlett laughed tiredly: “It's always me who runs to you to hug me.
If I forget about the divorce and sleep with you, it will be my fault.
I'm sure.”
Victor laughed mysteriously, closed the door, hugged her with one arm, and caressed her cheek: “Why don’t you live here if you’re worried?”
“Ah...”
“I said I would love to live with you”
“You said that I was right to send you to the monastery.
If I did not make mistakes, then there is no reason for divorce.”
His fingertips reminded her that he had been on the battlefield.
In contrast to his smooth hands, his fingertips were rough.
When he touched her cheek and lifted her chin, she looked at him again: “What, Scarlett?”
“I'll think about it”
This was how she felt with him.
Victor was never gentle, but she always found their moments together sweet.
His mere presence made the world seem sweet.
But the idea that she was getting mad and didn't know what to do made Victor's offer tempting.
But after that sweetness wore off, the emptiness I felt for two years returned.
He was perfect, and she was imperfect, and this imperfection was a hole in her heart, from which her happiness leaked.
Not only did she impose her love on him, but she restricted his ambition, leaving him only after she made his dreams within his reach.
Scarlett cried silently until she was exhausted.
Victor carried her to the bed and laid her down.
When she continued to shake, he brought a glass of wine.
He handed her the cup: “Drink and sleep long.”
Scarlett nodded, drank the strong wine in one go, and frowned: “Very strong.”
“I know”
Victor placed the cup on the table and laid it down again.
Scarlett got drunk from the single cup, and said what she always wanted to say: “Sorry...”
No matter what she thought, there was one thing she felt sorry for: “I'm sorry I loved you.”
Was the divorce what she most wanted to forget?
Was that why she was going to him?
Maybe she thought another marriage might work this time.
Victor turned off the light, and Scarlett fell asleep from exhaustion.
He brought a chair next to the bed, and looked at her face.
He took her clenched hand, opened it, kissed her palm, and then held it in his hand.
Her hand was not small, but his large hand covered it completely.
He thought that if she continued to distrust herf and depend on him, one day she might accept that the bedroom door was locked from the outside.