Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV: 

The atmosphere in the car was depressing, and the expression on Charles's face was so horribly icy.

I avoided his gaze the entire time and just looked out the window.

The surroundings outside blurred past us, showing me how fast he was driving.

Without really thinking about it, I grabbed on to the handrail on my door.

Suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road.

The force threw me so strongly forward that I felt the seat belt bruise my shoulder.

I screamed and turned to glare at Charles.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't ask you to pick me up.You should've just stayed with Rita if you wanted to.Why couldn't you leave me out of it?" I said crossly.

"We're still married, Scarlett.Why are you already flirting with another man?"

Charles muttered in a harsh, accusatory tone.

"What?"

It took me some time to understand what he was talking about, but after a few moments, I finally got what he meant.

I looked him dead in the eye and backfired, "I wasn't flirting.I was talking to a colleague.Honestly, I've had enough of your overreactions.We're as good as broken up.We're getting a divorce."

"You know we haven't gone through the formalities yet" Charles emphasized.

 "What's the difference? Besides, you're not in love with me.You're in love with Rita.It's pointless for you to try and fence me in."

"It has nothing to do with love.No man wants his wife to talk and laugh with other men."

"Then that's your problem.I have the right to socialize as I please."

After saying that, I kept my eyes fixed out the window and ignored Charles's murderous stares.

None of us spoke for a while until Charles just gave up and gunned the engine again.

This time, he drove even faster.

"If you want your Rita to die without anyone taking care of her, then be my guest and drive your car like you stole it," I reminded him sarcastically as I tightened my seat belt.

Charles flashed me a death glare, his eyes narrowing into slits.

he eased off the gas and slowed the car

known that mentioning Rita's name would stop him from acting like a lunatic,

really the only woman

at the mansion, the butler was at the door to greet us and immediately

to me, "Miss Scarlett,

be fine.Let's just leave him alone." I

understanding and turned to close the

living room, the elders cheerfully welcomed us.I greeted them with a

be hungry after a whole

Moore, Charles's grandfather, flashed me a kind smile like he always did and ushered us to

the seat at the head of the

and I sat down to his right while Alice, Lawrence,

was served,

family, Michael was

him, but he had always been gentle to me, and he honored me as much as I

Charles's family had treated me so well over the years, I suddenly got cold feet about bringing up

going shopping for wedding dresses together while Charles was

but I would like to have Charles and I's marriage certificate, please.We've

stopped and turned to

dinner tonight.We haven't been able to

from his expression that he wanted to avoid the

and Christine combined, Michael did not want me and Charles to get

you and this family have done for me, and I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything.I just want to make this decision on my own."

you in love with somebody

a divorce, Christine looked at

anything wrong, you can discuss it with us.Let us help you make

to you, but marriage is a

were, I would've already brought him home and introduced him to you.Charles and I have reached a consensus.We will break

taking care

me like their own flesh

stay, but the more they did, the more I did not want to hurt

a home I could call my

an orphan and alone in

always believed that the only way for me to

go of Charles, but I did not want to stand in the way of his happiness

the love of his life, then I would gladly leave the picture and

you've done, Charles! You've hurt your wife so

that I insisted on the divorce, Lawrence growled at his son.Charles

just sat there and did not say

our fault.We shouldn't have forced you two to

is my fault.I should've taught my son better