Bye, My Irresistible Love

Charles's POV: 

I stood in front of the elevator for a long time.

I could still feel the warmth of Scarlett's mouth against my lips.

Kissing her for real felt better than I had imagined.

I stared blankly at the closed elevator doors and replayed what just happened in my mind over and over.

I was not a man of strong desires.

Although I had been with Rita for so many years, I had never felt the urge to touch her.

But it was different with Scarlett.

I really could not explain it.

When she slapped me after I kissed her, I did not even feel it.

The pain only registered to me when she started crying.It broke my heart into splinters.

"Charles?" Rita called from behind me.

I turned and saw her standing there.

I averted my gaze.

I did not want her to suspect anything, and my face would give me away for sure.

"Let's go back to the apartment." I walked into the living room with Rita following me closely.

"I'm so happy that you're finally getting divorced, Charles.Now my wish will finally be fulfilled before I die."

"Stop cursing yourself, Rita," I backfired without looking at her.

I felt annoyed.Why did she always have to talk about death? 

"Have you spoken with my doctor? You should know the state of my health better than anyone."

After she said that, she began to sob.

In the past, whenever Rita spoke in a weak voice and then started weeping, I immediately took pity on her and felt extremely compelled to protect her.

But one day, I did not know exactly when, I realized that I was getting a little tired of all of it—the tears, the self-pity, and the sadness.

They all just became too much to take.

Whenever I had to deal with Rita, my mind automatically flew off to Scarlett, and I was not even sorry.

"You're fine.Don't worry too much.The stress will just get you down." I restrained myself and tried to comfort Rita with all the patience I could muster.

"Charles, am I starting to trouble you too much?" Rita looked at me nervously.

"No." I walked to the sofa and sat down.

I massaged my forehead so that I would not have to look her in the eyes.

"So you and Scarlett will really file for divorce today?"

Rita walked to me and asked cautiously.

"Yes."

I come with

"Fine."

and considerate, was suddenly turning into a

could not

community while I went to the basement to get the

got in the

want to meet with

 "Is there a problem,

there was

answering her, I hung up

Scarlett's POV: 

of the law office, I paced back and forth with our marriage certificate in

at my watch from time to time, waiting anxiously

half an hour before my

Charles stood me up, then

Why is Charles not

for what felt like forever, I decided to call his assistant to ask what was taking

Mrs.Moore.Mr.Moore just called an urgent meeting.I don't think he can spare some time

and I could hear some chatter

the phone in the middle of

and stared at the bustling city scene in front of the law office.I heaved a

just wanted it all to end.I looked at my watch again.I only had fifteen minutes before I had to be at the studio for my show.I stared

the law office and hailed a taxi

more than enough time to get me to

I entered the studio, I put all my personal worries aside and focused on

the director praised me many

was not only excellent at what I do

afternoon's work, I was finally

had been sunny all afternoon, but now all

the pavement and releasing

stood at the gate of the

a pair of shiny black shoes beside me, and the dim nearby light was blocked by something big and

Abner and his

you a ride

at me and offered to drive

station as a program host, Abner had been nice to

chat me up

know whether or not it was just coincidence or something, but I always seemed

the studio, during lunchtime, you

I did not

made me feel like an important part of

okay.I'm just waiting for

rain? You're going to be here until morning.Come on.Your place is on the way anyway.I just want to make sure you get

me to his car, completely

me the entire time, and by the time we were inside his car, he was soaking

to pull him under his own umbrella, but before I could succeed, I was already

out a tissue from my bag and offered it to Abner to

wanted to help him wipe his face and his arm, but

were just the two of us

risk the gesture being misinterpreted by anyone who could have

send Abner the

the engine and

conversing with

might grow bored of the city and fly back

a supermarket, my