Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV:

Charles bit my lips discontentedly, “Let go of your hand,” he said with a low and intoxicating voice. However, what I did was quite the opposite. I held his hand tighter and replied, “No.”

Helpless, Charles took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “Don’t you trust me?” 

His words brought me to reality and woke me up from my sexual fantasies. I stared at the ceiling and did not say a word for a long time. I felt like my heart was drifting in the endless sea, unable to get ashore.

“Scarlett? Answer my question. Are you now willing to give yourself to me?” Charles’s hands made his way up again. He kissed me on the neck, and his breathing became deep and heavy. I knew he was about to lose control of himself.

“You’ve changed,” I remarked.

Charles stopped kissing me and stared at me confusedly with his lustful eyes as if the answer was on my face.

I suppressed the overwhelming feelings in my heart and explained, “Let me remind you, Charles. You already have Rita. Stop messing with me anymore. I don’t want to be caught up in your love affair.”

“You’ve never trusted me, have you?” Charles let go of me as soon as he finished speaking. For some reason, he looked hurt. 

I straightened my clothes and looked at him seriously. “You’d better pay more attention to her. She’s pregnant and terminally ill. She needs you.” I was aware my words would do nothing but enrage him. But, I had no choice but to say it. I had to make things clear for him once and for all. 

“Is there anything else you want to say? Say it now,” Charles ordered with a sneer.

I was hesitant at first. But, I figured that this was a perfect opportunity for me to tell him what had been troubling me. “Charles, let’s divorce. Don’t delay it anymore. Let me leave with dignity.”

“Scarlett…” Charles laughed bitterly and looked at me with disappointment. “You really are heartless.”

a loss for words. I wanted to cry my heart out. I would rather him be angry with me than

word, Charles stood up and put on his clothes. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, he turned around to face me. “You’d better give up. I will never agree to the divorce.” His tone was resolute, and

of the room

of hand. Rita’s baby bump was

on the

my astonishment, there were no reporters at

Charles must have dealt with them for me. He might be stubbom, but he was kind and considerate. Even though he was cold to me when we were at

on the other, he had gotten Rita pregnant. Of course, I knew very well what I should do: I had to divorce Charles one way or another. The more considerate he was to me, the more difficult it was for me to stick to my principles. In all honesty, I was afraid that I would fall for him because of how caring he was and that I would be

day. To make things worse for me, Charles did not contact me, nor did

to eat. I only had a bite of food for dinner, so I would not sleep on an empty stomach. As I lay on the bed, I could not stop myself from checking my phone to see if Charles was calling. But

turned over and heaved a heavy sigh. Every time we met, bringing up about the divorce was

had no right to be mad at me. He had knocked Rita up. And now,

again and unblocked him. I hated this. I hated

the window in a daze. I tried my best not to think of him. But, I knew at the back of my head that I was longing

The next day.

days, I decided to ditch work and stay at home instead. After breakfast,

air. I was in high spirits; that was until two uninvited guests showed up at my house. It was the director of the TV station and his wife. But instead of feeling angry for what had happened to me because of

from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead. I could see

expect you and Mr. Moore were a couple,” he initiated with a wry

I must say, you two are a perfect match,” his wife

I was not in the mood for pleasantries and small talk. Besides,

asked, “Nate… He knows

question perplexed me. Was he passing the buck? I did not answer his