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?”

“Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when

simple 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 even if you don’t have my child in

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

shattered on the ground. “Why can you do anything you want with Rebecca,

one would say anything and everything

he grabbed me

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

raised my hand to pound my fists onto my stomach as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to

I could hear his gritting teeth. “Do you know what you’re

a smile on my face. “I do

was invading 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

eyes as he hissed in a deliberately

can’t I be with John?” I roared out the

onto the bed and croaked, “What

his hands apart, and

and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you? Has he

me!” I bellowed

you die! It’s only fun when I torture