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."

Pain and disappointment were written all over his face. He looked as though he was on the verge

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 make a clean break with you? I don't want to see your face

could not control my

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 all the more reason

emerged in the pit of my stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a happy

the corners of my

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 have to wait until the day

words hit me like a hammer. Ever so slowly,

out of

of what I had

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

in spitting what he thought were facts. How

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 you

"Scarlett!"

he held my hands above my head and pinched my chin with the other, rendering me unable to

of escaping. Killing her was easy, but what was the point of that? Her death wouldn't bring James back to us. And at that very moment, you were in my arms, dying. I wanted to save you. I

voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on my hands. Without another word, he cupped

could you 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 in despair,

James. But the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course,

begging you, don't let our relationship go to waste just because of

to his

did not care about who was right and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted

won't leave my side," Charles said in a matter-of-fact tone, ignoring

him and said, "Then I will

that death was the

Huh! Don't you want to watch our kids grow up? And when they do, do you want them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because of a problem in marriage and then committed suicide? Is that what

blank all of a

on, I'm afraid that they won't believe in

"You... You're impossible!"

Achilles' heel. My children were the only ones I could never let go

the rest of our lives. If being good means that I'll have to let you leave and let our children grow

high horse. You're

I'm manipulating you to do the right thing

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