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

that. Do you really think we can get back together 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 to make a clean break

could not control my surging emotions

given up. Boy, was I wrong. "Do you think I will believe

pit of my stomach. "What did you just say? Do you really believe that

the corners

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

Ever so slowly,

out of your

what I had said,

Why don't you explain to them by

aggressive in spitting what he thought were facts. How could I show

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 loved

"Scarlett!"

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

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 couldn't lose you

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

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

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

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

our relationship go to

deaf ear to his plea

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

leave my

turned to look at him and said, "Then

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

And when they do, do you want them to know that their mother had a mental breakdown because

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

"You... You're impossible!"

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

care 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

off your high horse. You're just 、manipulating

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

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