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."

written all over his face. He looked as

think we can get back together as long as you keep me by your side? Charles, I don't know if

not control my surging emotions

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

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

the corners of

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

hammer. Ever so

out of your

of what I had said, he put

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 gave your

spitting what he thought

he had just died miserably in front of you? Or perhaps, should I tell him that you never loved me and that you cared

"Scarlett!"

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

was easy, but what was the point of that? Her death wouldn't bring James back to us. And at that very

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

love my son? Haven't you seen how much

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

the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course, I could not pretend that that did

I'm begging you, don't let our relationship go to

to his plea and

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

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

him and

seemed that death was the only way out

up? And when they do, do you want them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because of

blank all of

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

"You... You're impossible!"

heel. My children were the only ones I could never let

of our lives. If being good means that I'll have to let you leave and let our children grow

off your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

I'm manipulating you to do the right thing for our children. You can't escape from me,

even a trace of pity. However,