When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I knew very well that getting him to stay was impossible, but I still wanted to try my luck. Leveling my gaze with his, I announced, “I agree to a divorce, but I have my conditions. Stay here tonight and accompany me throughout Grandpa’s funeral. I’ll sign the divorce papers as soon as it ends.”

His gaze narrowed. His dark orbs brimmed with ridicule and his mouth twitched slightly. “Please me.” He released my chin and leaned forward to whisper against my ear, “All talk and no action will get you nowhere, Scarlett.”

His voice was icy with a hint of provocation. I knew what he meant, so I snaked my arms around his waist as I leaned my face close to his. I probably looked comical due to the height difference between us.

I didn’t know how to feel about it; I had used such a despicable method to force the person I liked to stay with me. Pathetic, perhaps.

Following my instincts, I was about to slide my hand downwards when I was suddenly grabbed by him. I snapped my head up and was met with his dark and impenetrable eyes. “That’s enough.”

His flat voice stunned me for a moment as I tried but failed to comprehend his words. He then took his grey pajamas from the bed and put them on in a few elegant motions.

I was dumbfounded for a while before I eventually recovered from my shock. Is he… staying?

To my utter misfortune, before I could even feel happy about my accomplishment, a woman’s voice sounded outside the window amidst the pitter-patter of the rain. “Ashton…”

reacted. He walked toward the balcony in large strides and looked out. Then, with a

balcony. The cold droplets had already drenched her thin dress completely by then. The beautiful woman was already frail, and she looked increasingly pitiful as she persevered

he had brought with him over her shoulders, Ashton was about to chide Rebecca. In spite of that, she hugged

I finally understood why my two-year marriage with Ashton couldn’t compare to a single

the villa with his arm around her. I stood at the top of the stairs

out of the way!”

Was I sad?

hurt more than my heart did, having witnessed the person

where Ashton and I lived together. On more nights than

aside, he retorted coldly, “You think too highly

bounds. In the end, I could only watch as he brought Rebecca into the guest

to be a

to the heavy downpour outside. Her body was already weak, to begin with, so she developed a high fever from standing in the rain. Ashton cared for her like a precious gem, assisting her in