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?”

voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when you can choose someone you love and be with her

now? Are you going to divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this. You

me lead a good life. He would rather drag this on than to see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown from enduring the upset for such a long

they shattered on the ground. “Why can you do anything you want with Rebecca, but I can’t? Ashton, let me tell you the

anything and everything when anger consumed

he grabbed me

burst out of me at that moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you hear me? I

my hand to pound my fists onto my stomach as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child. It’s

and I could hear his gritting

shoved his hand away and plastered a smile on my face. “I do

it. “Ashton, I

he hissed in a deliberately quiet voice, “Your

be with John?” I roared out the

and croaked, “What

pulled his hands apart, and I heard

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

dare you to kill me!” I bellowed as I pinched his

if you die! It’s only fun when