In Love, Never Say Never

“Get out!” he ordered, his voice cold and harsh.

The black jacket he was wearing made him seem more distant than usual. His dark eyes, which rarely revealed any emotions, to begin with, were unusually icy as well.

I opened my mouth to say something but, in the end, no words came out.

My gaze fell on his computer. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I said to him, “Ashton, I don’t know why you get so mad at me over a person who’s no longer living in this world. If you really think I’m that fickle and capricious, then we can file for divorce. Relationships between people will eventually end one way or the other. Every gathering will have to disperse in the end. Some live on while others die. I don’t blame you, and I won’t resent you.”

There are some things in the world that you have to let go of if they are no longer within your grasp, especially when it comes to matters of separation… and death.

Between the two, I would pick separation over death every single time. That way, at least both parties were still alive.

A cold glint mixed with anger flashed in his eyes. He raised his hands and, in one fell swoop, shoved his computer and some other junk off the desk. They crashed onto the ground and shattered into smithereens.

“Divorce?” His thin lips outlined a vicious grin. “Scarlett, what does this marriage look like to you? Do you see it as a trade? Or a momentary pleasure? I wonder how it is that you can utter the word ‘divorce’ so freely. Have you been rehearsing it over and over again in your mind, to the point that it comes out so smoothly? Huh?”

I stepped back subconsciously when my eyes came into contact with his cold gaze. My heart ached. “You were the one who drafted the divorce agreement. You were the one who kept hinting at me about divorce. You can deny it all you want, but you can’t let go of your responsibilities towards Rebecca, and I feel guilty for Marcus, so… it would be better for both of us if we just split!”

so calm and composed at a time like that. I could even describe my internal frustrations, which had been repressed for so long, in a

my conscience for so many years, and I felt that the timing was right to bring them up since the topic of divorce

clearly acknowledged the helplessness and grievances we had for each other. Furthermore, no matter what, we were basically incapable of achieving mutual understanding. So, divorce might just be

glare gave me the chills as he curled his lips, ready to mock me. “For you, maybe. The man who you initially thought had gone to heaven suddenly showed up among the crowd. Before that, you had decided to put the past behind you but then your heart grew restless again at the sight of him. What you harbored was not guilt, but regret. And when

Here I am working my hardest to give you a sense of security while all you think

chose not to refute them. No

an impassive expression. Compared to his anger, I took

want to argue, for I did not even know where to start. I could not even tell how our relationship

they would always be able to forgive and tolerate each other. Maybe love was what we

leave but he caught my arm and held me within his grasp. He had me pressed against the

resist his strength and dominance. I turned

mosquito. He clasped one hand around my waist and pinched it

my head in its grip, forcing

to push him away, but he bit down so

go of me! I don’t

What’s wrong with that? Heck, you don’t want to do it with