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."

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

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

control

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, but if you

did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a

tugged at the

if you get discharged, you can't escape from

me like a hammer. Ever so

out of

of what I had said, he put

Why don't you explain to them by then that

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

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 more about the

"Scarlett!"

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

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 lost James. I couldn't lose

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

I didn't love my son? Haven't you seen how much I loved him since the moment he was

my face, I lay on the bed in despair,

with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course,

go to waste just because of one thing,"

his

and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted right

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

at him and said, "Then I will die in front

seemed that death was the only way out of this

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

blank all of a

what you want, go ahead. But from then on, I'm afraid that they won't believe in love

"You... You're impossible!"

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

don't care if 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 would rather be

horse. You're

to do the right thing for our children. You can't escape

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