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

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

control my surging

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

you just say? Do you really believe that we can just live together and pretend

at the corners of my

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

words hit me like a hammer. Ever so slowly, my

you're out

because of what I had said, he put

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

what he thought were facts. How could I

you threaten me?! Do you 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

"Scarlett!"

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 to

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

were red, 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

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

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

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

go

to his plea and murmured,

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

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

turned to look at him and said, "Then I

Unfortunately, it seemed that death was the only

in front of 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

mind went blank all of a

on, I'm afraid that they won't believe

"You... You're impossible!"

only ones I could never let go of. How could I bear to

if you're 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 children grow up in a

your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

thing

stared at Charles's face, hoping to see even a trace of pity. However, the only thing I saw was his cold-heartedness and