In Love, Never Say Never

How dreary! How ridiculous!

I could not help but snigger, with him in my sight. A faint smirk curled up the corner of my mouth.

He glanced at me, his eyes darkened once again as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Say my name!” he called.

I pursed my lips and tilted my head to one side. I closed my eyes, refusing to see him.

His thin lips hovered at my ear, his voice softened a little as he repeated, “Scarlett, say my name!”

I said nothing. My mind was forming a plan to escape. I deserved to make him wait for me to tell him personally that I cared about him, that I loved him, and that I wanted him.

But I could not bring myself to tell him. Over the years, I had buried so much in my heart, including his coming to Rebecca’s defense time and time again, his never-ending care towards that woman, and the harm he had caused me so nonchalantly and in so many ways.

I had suppressed so much of that. Over time, those frustrations began to take root, multiply, and became more and more intense.

Love could not be that all-forgiving. In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be tolerated. Anyone could fit.

for divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or

clothes to cover myself, though just barely, all the while showing little

dark eyes fell on me, looking

might not resonate with

only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to resemble

dark cloud that had been accumulating

in the world. How many of them stayed together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were made for each other, and how did these so-called couples

does love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make

leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said, “The woman whom you love, spoil, and protect is currently lying

give up on Rebecca, to prove that I love you? Scarlett, you

my toes, before looking up at

You fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your life away to chase after a

well file for divorce. I don’t want anything from the Fullers. Grandpa transferred HiTech to my name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house or your car. Luckily, we don’t have any children. Since we agree that this is a huge mistake, we can get a divorce now and start

him. It fell to the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go of the past.

like I was trapped in a dead-end, with no way to get