When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“What nonsense are you spouting, Scarlett?” Sally widened her eyes and shot me an incredulous stare before exclaiming, “You’re crazy. You’re absolutely crazy!”

I felt rancor toward this woman and couldn’t help but find her laughable. “You personally sent the White family to their death—three lives in total. Aren’t you afraid of retribution? You were the one who forced them to their deaths!”

“I didn’t!” Sally roared. “Scarlett, I won’t pursue this matter since you’re Ashton’s wife, so you’d better stop running your mouth or I’ll exercise my right to sue you for slander and false accusations.”

My lips curled into a sneer. “Sure, go ahead. As long as you can sleep peacefully at night instead of being haunted by your conscience; as long as you can let go of those three lives, go ahead and sue me!”

Sally’s chest heaved from so much anger that she couldn’t speak for a long time as she glared at me. Finally, she sneered. “Why are you so sad that Marcus is dead, Scarlett? Are you in love with him? Are you heartbroken? Are you reluctant to part with him? Don’t forget whose wife you are and what you should and should not say.”

Hah!

It’s so crazy how people can be so shameless.

It started snowing heavily just then. Large snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky and onto the glaring pool of crimson blood on the ground. Before long, it was covered with a layer of white snow so thick that I could barely make out the blood beneath it, as though everything that happened earlier was only a bad dream.

Ashton brought me back to the villa and never once spoke during the whole journey. Neither did I have the urge to talk as the image of the pool of blood Marcus left behind weighed on my heart and mind along with self-blame and guilt.

If only I had noticed the changes in him sooner and realized that he had lost faith, I could’ve ignored the gossips and Ashton’s jealousy to accompany him through this period of time. If I did, perhaps things wouldn’t have turned out this way for him.

because of me. I was selfish and too guarded.

was getting heavier. My mind kept replaying the scene of Marcus closing his eyes for

and out to the yard, wanting to use

deep within me. The harder I tried, the more violently the memories of Marcus’ kindness flooded my mind, like raging torrents

the falling snow. Molly came out with an umbrella. Seeing me covered in so much snow, she persuaded in a gentle tone, “Madam, let’s go

a peculiar smile. Shaking my head at her, I murmured feebly, “Molly, I’m so tired

aback for a moment, then quickly draped a coat she had brought out for me over my shoulders before reaching out

at how cold your hands are! Quick! Let’s go back inside. You’ll get

stayed in this kind of harsh environment. Molly tugged on my hand a few times, but for someone who was up in the years, she couldn’t make me budge an inch. Hence, she had no choice but to relent.

his study. Probably having heard Molly’s voice, he came

of the villa with pursed lips. When he saw me standing rigidly in the snow, his face

head and sighed. “Madam

I looked at him, a

skirt around Ashton. Just like my

Molly asked with concern, “Mr.

“It’s