Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett's POV:

I lay weakly in Charles's arms, barely breathing and surrounded by despair.

He gently laid me on the bed and held my hand.

"I'll arrange another physical therapy session for you later. Take a rest first."

For a moment, I felt like my heart was being pierced by a knife. I used to love the man in front of me with all my heart. But now, all I wanted was to get away from him as far as I could.

"I slept with William," I said out of nowhere.

It was a lie. After years of entanglement with Charles, I knew very well how to break his heart.

To my surprise, he did not go hysterical. Rather, he just calmly stared at me with his deep, emotionless eyes

"Didn't you hear what I said? I had sex with William!" I repeated with more conviction

When I spoke, my chin was raised, and I looked at him with defiance.

"Scarlett, don't lie to me," Charles warned through gritted teeth.

We were staring into each other's eyes when, suddenly, a sharp pain shot across my arm. He had tightened his grip on my wrist, and I froze because of the pain.

"There's no point in hiding the truth anymore. The kids may be yours, but I indeed slept with William."

I endured the pain and continued to rub salt into his wound.

"Why do you have to do this?" Charles asked coldly.

"Do you want to hear more about it?" I looked into his eyes with a smirk and made a story up. "It was raining heavily that night. I went to his room—"

"Enough!" Charles roared. His veins stood out on his forehead, and he clenched my shoulder tightly in rage.

"I loathed you to the core. Just so you know, I slept with William because that was the fastest and the most direct way to take revenge on you."

My mouth automatically uttered those words to spite him. I could not even feel pain in my shoulder at all.

"Do you hate me that much? To think, you're even willing to use your body as a tool for revenge. I don't believe you."

were written all over his face. He looked as though he was on

I can do more than that. Do you really think we can get back together as long as you keep me by your side? Charles, I don't know if you're too naive or just stupid. Can't you see that I'm

not control my surging

grip on my shoulder and stood up. I thought that he had given up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe you just because you say so? Sad to say, but if you really have slept with William,

you really believe that we can just live together and pretend

at the corners

to remind you. Even if you get discharged, you can't escape from my watch. Do you really think you can leave me? Unfortunately, you'll have to wait until the day

a hammer. Ever so slowly, my heart sank into the abyss

out of your

being angry because of what I had said, he put

out that their parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't you explain to them by then that

what he thought were facts.

think you're any better? Should I tell James that you remained indifferent when he had just died miserably in front of you? Or perhaps, should I tell him that you never loved me

"Scarlett!"

hand, he held my hands above my head and pinched my chin with the other,

Rita had no way of escaping. Killing her was easy, but what was the point of that? Her death wouldn't bring James back to us. And

he spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on my hands. Without another word, he cupped my chin and stroked my cheeks over and

say that I didn't love my son? Haven't you seen how much

lay on

was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course,

don't let our relationship go to waste

ear to his plea and murmured, "Let me

right and who was wrong anymore.

won't. I will also make sure that you won't leave my side," Charles said

a sneer, I turned to look at him and

crossed the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was the only way out of this

And when they do, do you want them to know

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won't believe in love anymore. Do you want

"You... You're impossible!"

were the only ones I could never let go of. How

don't care if you're going to cuss me out for the rest of our lives. If being good means that I'll have to let you leave and let our children grow up in a

off your high horse. You're

to do the right thing for our children.

Charles's face, hoping to see even a trace of pity. However, the