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."

all over his face. He looked as though he was

know if you're too naive or just stupid. Can't you see that I'm

could not control

slowly loosened his 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,

say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a happy couple for the

at the

if you get discharged, you can't escape from my watch. Do you really think you can leave me? Unfortunately,

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

out of

what I had said, he

parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't

thought were facts. How could I show

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!"

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

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 had

eventually released his grip on my hands. Without another word, he cupped my chin and stroked my cheeks over and

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

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

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

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

turned a deaf ear to his plea and

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

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

him and said, "Then

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

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

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But from 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 could never let go of. How could I

means that I'll have to let you leave and let our children grow up in a broken

your high horse. You're

manipulating you to do the right thing for

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