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."

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

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

could not control my surging

that he had given up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe you just because you say so? Sad to say, but if you really have slept with William,

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 couple

the corners of

Even if you get discharged, you can't escape

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

out

of being angry because of what I had said, he

just a show?" Why don't you explain to them by then that you cheated on

being aggressive in spitting what he thought were facts. How could I

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

"Scarlett!"

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

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

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

could you say that I didn't love my son? Haven't you

I lay on

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

go to waste just because of one thing,"

his plea and murmured,

who was right and who was wrong anymore. All I

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

at him and said, "Then I will

the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was

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

went blank all

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

"You... You're impossible!"

in the Achilles' heel. My children were the only ones I could never let go of. How could I bear to make

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

horse.

to do the right thing for our children. You

a trace of pity. However, the only thing I