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?”

bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when you

and get together

to see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown from enduring the upset for

the lights and decorations off the headboard, and they shattered on the ground. “Why can you do anything you want with

would say anything and

as he grabbed

moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you

stomach as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child. It’s not worth it for me to give birth to a child for someone like

red, too, and I could

smile on my face. “I do and

sorrow was invading every part of my mind, and my heart ached as though someone stabbed knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if

his eyes as he hissed in a deliberately quiet voice,

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

shoved me onto the bed and croaked, “What

apart, and I heard the sound of fabric

wearing many layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you?

kill me!” I bellowed as

pity if you die! It’s only