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.

not on impulse or out of anger, but after putting

pushed him aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, though just

he exclaimed. His dark eyes fell on me, looking extremely

pursed my lips and nodded. Then, I gazed into his dark eyes 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

love between us, only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to resemble

gloom on his face resembled a dark cloud that had been accumulating droplets for some time now.

made for each other, and how did these so-called couples who claimed they love each other spend the rest of their lives together? First comes lust, then comes love. Perhaps,

you know about love? Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make it sound like it’s such a trivial matter. Do you think just because I spoil

the floor, still leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees,

that up, don’t you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove that I

my toes, before looking

dead, and then you’re

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

Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go of the past. What’s

I felt like I was trapped in a dead-end, with no way