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."

said otherwise. Pain and disappointment were written all over his face. He looked as though

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

control

you think I will believe you just because you say so? Sad to say, but if you really have slept with William, then that's

of my stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a happy couple for the rest of our

the corners of

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,

me like a hammer. Ever so

you're out of

because of what I

Why don't you explain to them by then that you cheated on me and gave your heart and

in spitting what he thought

dare you threaten me?! Do you 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 and that

"Scarlett!"

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

James back

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

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

tears streaming down my face, I lay on the bed

was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course, I could not pretend that

you, don't let our relationship go

a deaf ear to his plea and

not care about who was right and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted right now was to get away from

that you won't leave my

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

seemed that death was the only

me? Huh! Don't you want to watch our kids grow up? And when they do, do you want them to know that

blank all of

from then on, I'm afraid that they won't believe in love anymore. Do

"You... You're impossible!"

ones I

to cuss me out for the rest of our lives. If being good means that I'll have to

high horse. You're

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

face, hoping to see even a trace of pity. However, the only thing I saw was