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 though he

do more than that. Do you really think 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

could not control my surging emotions

you think I will believe you just because

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

tugged at the corners

you want our children to be unhappy. But I have to remind you. Even if you get discharged, you can't

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

out of your

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

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 gave your heart and body

in spitting what he thought were

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 you cared more about the person who

"Scarlett!"

one hand, he held

James back to us. And at that very moment, you were in my arms, dying. I wanted to

spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on my hands.

love my son? Haven't you seen

down my face, I lay on the bed in

with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course, I could not pretend that that did not bother

begging you, don't let our relationship go to waste just because of one thing,"

ear to his

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

also make sure that you won't leave my side,"

look at him and said, "Then

it seemed that death

front of me? Huh! Don't you want to watch our kids grow up? And when they do, do you want them to know that their

blank all

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

"You... You're impossible!"

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

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

your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

to do the right thing for our children. You

even a trace of pity.