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."

face. He looked

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

not 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 really have slept with William, then that's all

did you just say? Do you really believe that we can

the corners of my

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

like a hammer. Ever so slowly, my

you're out of your

because of what I had said, he

children grow up, will they find out that their parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't you explain to

being aggressive in spitting what he thought were facts.

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

"Scarlett!"

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

carefully. Back then, Rita 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

eyes. As he spoke, his eyes were 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

you seen how much I

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

But the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost

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

deaf ear to his

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

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

and said, "Then I

it seemed that death was the only way

you want to watch our kids grow up? And when they do, do you want them to know that their mother had a

blank all of

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

"You... You're impossible!"

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

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

your high horse.

to do the right thing for our children.

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