When There Is Nothing Left But Love

How dreary! How ridiculous!

I could not help but snigger, with him in my sight. A faint smirk curled up the corner of my mouth.

He glanced at me, his eyes darkened once again as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Say my name!” he called.

I pursed my lips and tilted my head to one side. I closed my eyes, refusing to see him.

His thin lips hovered at my ear, his voice softened a little as he repeated, “Scarlett, say my name!”

I said nothing. My mind was forming a plan to escape. I deserved to make him wait for me to tell him personally that I cared about him, that I loved him, and that I wanted him.

But I could not bring myself to tell him. Over the years, I had buried so much in my heart, including his coming to Rebecca’s defense time and time again, his never-ending care towards that woman, and the harm he had caused me so nonchalantly and in so many ways.

I had suppressed so much of that. Over time, those frustrations began to take root, multiply, and became more and more intense.

Love could not be that all-forgiving. In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be tolerated. Anyone could fit.

on impulse or out of anger, but after putting

Then I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, though just barely, all the while showing

he exclaimed. His dark

as I explained it to him. “Let’s just calm down and think this through. Perhaps it was a mistake right from the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our definition of it. My

here and there that were

spoke, the gloom on his face resembled a dark cloud that had been accumulating droplets for some time now. “Not

together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were made for each other, and how did these so-called couples who

love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make it sound like it’s such a

way as I slumped onto the floor, still leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said, “The woman

scoffed. “You just have to bring that up, don’t you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove that

my lips as I stared at my toes, before

that’s already dead, and then

I don’t want anything from the Fullers. Grandpa transferred HiTech to my name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house or your car. Luckily, we don’t have any children. Since we agree that this is a huge mistake, we can get a divorce

me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go of the past. What’s that got to do with

like I was trapped