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."

his face. He looked as though he was on the verge of breaking

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

could not control my surging emotions

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

really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a happy

tugged at the corners of

you. Even if

words hit me like a hammer. Ever so slowly, my heart sank into the abyss of

out

of what I

that their parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't you explain to them by then that you

thought were facts. How could I show any

think you're any better? Should 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

"Scarlett!"

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 with the other, rendering me unable

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 arms, dying. I

He then eventually released his grip on

love my son? Haven't you seen how much I loved him since the

streaming down my face, I lay on

honesty, I knew that he loved James. But the thing was, he was entangled with the woman who had almost killed my son. Of course, I could

relationship go to waste just

turned a deaf ear to his plea and murmured, "Let

right and who was wrong anymore. All I wanted right

you won't leave my side," Charles

and said,

that death

me? Huh! 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

went blank all

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

"You... You're impossible!"

children were the only ones I could never let go of. How could I bear to make them

me out 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 a

your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

I'm manipulating you to do the right thing for our children.

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