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 trying to

not control my

you think I will believe you

in the pit of my stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just

tugged at the

whatever you want. It's up to you if you want our children to be unhappy. But I have 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

hit me like a hammer. Ever so slowly,

out of

what I had said,

find out that their parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why

spitting what he thought

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 and that you cared more about

"Scarlett!"

pushed me onto the bed and pinned me with his body. Then, with his one hand, he held my hands above my head and pinched

bring James back to us. And at that very moment, you were in my arms, dying. I wanted to save you. I had lost James. I couldn't lose

spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on

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

my face, I lay on the

honesty, I knew that he loved James. But the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course,

let our relationship go to waste just because of one thing," Charles

to his

who was right and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted right now was to get away

my side," Charles said

turned to look at him and said, "Then I will die in

the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was the

them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because of a problem in marriage and then committed suicide? Is that what you want them

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then on, I'm afraid that they won't believe in love anymore. Do you want them to end up alone and lonely?

"You... You're impossible!"

the only ones I

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 broken family, then I would rather

off your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

right. I'm manipulating you to do the right thing for our children.

a trace of pity. However, the only