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."

his face. He looked

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

not control 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

emerged in the pit of my stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live

the corners of

have to remind you. Even if

hammer. Ever so slowly, my

you're out of your

of being angry because of what I had said, he put on

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

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

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

"Scarlett!"

pinned me with his body. Then, with his one hand, he held my hands

had no way 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 lost James. I couldn't lose you

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

love my son? Haven't you seen how much I loved him since

tears streaming down my face, 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

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

turned a deaf ear to his plea and murmured, "Let

care about who was right and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted

I will also make sure that you won't leave my side," Charles said in

and said,

had crossed the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was the only

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

mind went blank all of a

ahead. But from then on, I'm afraid that they won't believe in love anymore. Do you want them to end up alone

"You... You're impossible!"

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

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

horse. You're just

I'm manipulating you to do the right thing for our children. You

even a trace of pity.