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.

not on impulse or out of anger,

I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, though just barely, all

His dark eyes fell on me,

down and think this through. Perhaps it was a mistake right from the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our definition of it. My feelings for you at

was no love between us, only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to resemble something

dark cloud that had been

for each other, and how did these so-called couples who claimed they love each other spend the rest of their lives together? First comes lust, then comes love. Perhaps, there never was such

forced me into a corner, a ruthless sneer crossing his face. “What do you know about love? Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking

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

that up, don’t you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove that I love you? Scarlett, you are

toes, before looking up

you? You fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw

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 over. It’s not

the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not

exhausted. I felt like I was trapped in a dead-end, with no