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."

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

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

not control

up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe you just because you say so? Sad to say, but if

Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend to be a happy couple for

at the corners of my

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 the

hammer. Ever so slowly, my

you're out of your

I had said, he

our children grow up, will they find out that their parents' marriage, as they know it, is just a show?" Why don't you

was being aggressive in spitting what he thought were

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 person who tried

"Scarlett!"

with his body. Then, with his one hand, he held my hands above my head and pinched my chin with the other,

me 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 wanted to save you. I had lost James. I

then eventually released his grip on my hands. Without another word, he cupped my chin

Haven't you seen how much I

tears streaming down my face, I lay on

was, he was entangled with the woman who had

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

to his plea and murmured,

was right and who was wrong

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

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

the line. Unfortunately, it seemed that death was the only way out

do, do you want them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because of a problem in marriage and then committed suicide? Is that what you

mind went blank all of a

believe in love anymore. Do you want them

"You... You're impossible!"

only ones I could never let go

going to cuss me out for the rest of our lives. If being good means that I'll have to let you leave and let our

horse. You're

do the right thing for our children. You can't escape

trace of pity. However, the only thing I saw was