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.

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

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

serious?” he exclaimed. His dark eyes fell on me, looking

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 might not have been love at all, but admiration. Your feelings for me, on the

between us, only bits and pieces here and there that were combined

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

he said that out loud for himself to hear. In the days that followed, I kept thinking about the many couples in the world. How many of them stayed together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were made for each other, and how did these so-called couples who claimed

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

hard wall. Hugging my knees,

give up on Rebecca, to

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

someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your

might as well file for divorce. I don’t want anything from the Fullers. Grandpa transferred HiTech to my name, I can transfer that to you. I

ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re

felt like I was trapped in a dead-end, with