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 as though he was on

me by your side? Charles, I don't know if you're too naive or just

could not control my surging emotions

up. I thought that he had given up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe you just because

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

the

you want our children to be unhappy. But I have to 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 to wait until the

hammer. Ever so slowly, my heart

out of your

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 them by then that you cheated on me and gave your heart

being aggressive in spitting what he thought were

think you're any better? Should I tell James that you remained indifferent when he had just died miserably in front of you? Or

"Scarlett!"

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

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

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 my cheeks over and over

didn't love my son? Haven't you seen how much

face, I lay on the bed in despair,

that he loved James. But the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son.

let our relationship go to waste just because of one thing,"

to his plea

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

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

to look at him and said, "Then I will die

seemed that death was the only way

know that their mother had a mental breakdown because of a problem in marriage and then committed suicide? Is that

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

"You... You're impossible!"

only ones I could never let go of.

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

horse.

manipulating you to do the right thing for our children.

to see even a trace of pity. However, the only thing I saw was