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."

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

Charles, I don't know if you're too naive or just stupid. Can't you

not control my

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

Do you really believe that

sneer tugged at the corners of

not? You can do whatever you want. It's up to you if 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

hit me like a hammer. Ever so

you're out of your

I

marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't you explain to

being aggressive in spitting what he thought

indifferent when he had just died miserably in front of you? Or perhaps, should I

"Scarlett!"

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

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

into 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,

you say that I didn't love my son? Haven't you seen how much I loved him since the moment he

lay on the bed

he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my

our relationship go to waste just because

a deaf ear to his plea and murmured,

was wrong anymore. All

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

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

the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was

know that

mind went blank

I'm afraid that they won't believe in

"You... You're impossible!"

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

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

high horse. You're just

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

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