When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. Casting me a determined look, he inquired, “Do you still feel bad?”

His question made me freeze. “Feel bad?”

“About my injury.”

I lowered my head and chuckled. Shaking my head, I responded, “No, Ashton. Whether you live or die is none of my concern anymore.”

I knew those words would make him angry and lead to a fight.

Yet, I still voiced them out.

He stared at me for a long while before he finally asked, “Scarlett, I never have a place in your heart, do I?”

“Yes.” I nodded as my chest tightened. Breathing out slowly, I averted my eyes from his gloomy gaze and muttered, “When Grandpa asked me to marry you, I agreed to it because you’re the dream husband of all girls—handsome and rich. In the beginning, I hoped for a beautiful love story. That was why I married you happily. However, as time passed by, I realized it had just been wishful thinking.”

Rebecca was all that was needed to defeat me.

“So?” It was a grim look on his face and a cold sneer on his lips. “John’s appearance made you realize that you can choose someone who likes and adores you. On the other hand, I became less important to you. Is that so?”

burned bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when you can choose someone you love and be with

of the world. What are you planning to do now? Are you going to divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this. You can dream on. I won’t agree to divorce

see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown

anything you want with Rebecca, but I can’t? Ashton, let

would say anything and everything when anger

as he grabbed me

wishing all the pent-up frustration within could burst out of me at that moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you hear me? I don’t want this baby at

as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child.

eyes were red, too, and I could

smile on my face. “I do and

every part of my mind, and my heart ached as though someone stabbed knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if you don’t want to get a divorce, but I’m warning you now not to get involved with

he hissed in a deliberately quiet

with Rebecca, why can’t I be with John?” I roared out the words spoken

shoved me onto the bed and croaked, “What do you want to

apart, and I heard the sound of fabric

wasn’t wearing many layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you? Has he touched you in this intimate

kill me!” I bellowed as I pinched his

pity if you die! It’s only fun when I torture bit by