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.

by your side? Charles, I don't know if you're too naive or just stupid. Can't

could not control my

had given up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe you just because you

stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to

at the

You can do 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

hammer. Ever so slowly,

you're out of

being angry because of what I had

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

what he thought were facts. How could I show

that you remained indifferent when he had just died miserably in front of you? Or perhaps, should I tell him that you never

"Scarlett!"

Then, with his one hand, he held my hands above my head and pinched my chin with

was the point of that? Her death wouldn't bring James back to us. And at that very moment, you were in my arms,

and his voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on

my son? Haven't you seen

I lay on the bed in despair, my heart numb in

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

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

turned a deaf ear to his plea

wrong anymore. All I wanted right

also make sure that you won't leave my side," Charles said in a matter-of-fact tone, ignoring what

at him and said, "Then I

crossed the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was

up? And when they do, do you want them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because

blank

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

"You... You're impossible!"

only ones I

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 broken family, then I

your high horse.

thing for our children.

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