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."

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

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 with you? I don't want to see your

not control my surging emotions

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 the more reason

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

sneer tugged at the corners of

if you want our children to be unhappy. But I have to remind you. Even if

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

you're out

of what I

grow up, will they find 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

being aggressive in spitting what he thought were facts.

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

"Scarlett!"

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

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 arms, dying. I wanted to save

spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs. He then eventually released his grip on my hands. Without another word,

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

my face, I lay on the bed in despair,

was entangled with the woman who had almost killed

our relationship go to

a deaf ear to his

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

leave my side," Charles said in a matter-of-fact tone, ignoring

turned to look at him and said,

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

mind went blank all of a

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

"You... You're impossible!"

the only ones I could never let go

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

high horse. You're

right thing for our children. You can't

face, hoping to see even a trace of pity. However, the only thing