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.

file for divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or out of anger,

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

he exclaimed. His dark

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 it. My feelings for you at the beginning

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

spoke, the gloom on his face resembled a dark cloud

together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were 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, there never was

to you? You keep talking about divorce. You

the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said, “The woman whom you love,

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

as I stared at my toes, before looking up at him. “You only

disdain. “And what about you? You fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite

file for divorce. 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

table lamp beside him. It fell to the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go of

was trapped in