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.

let’s file for divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or out

pushed him aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to cover

dark eyes fell on me, looking

it was a mistake right from the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our

only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to resemble something like

on his face resembled a dark cloud that had been accumulating droplets

together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were made for each other, and how

you know about love? Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make it sound like

cold, hard wall. Hugging my

you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove

at my toes, before looking up at him. “You

fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your life away to chase

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

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

was exhausted. I felt like I was trapped in a