Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 86 Bitterness

Charles's POV:

Looking at Scarlett's confused face, I could not help softening my voice. "I don't want to leave you alone. I'll just end up worrying about you."

However, after hearing what I said, she looked me dead in the eyes. Her eyes suddenly became sharp. She was like an angry kitten that was pretending to be a fierce lioness. "If you delay the divorce again, I will sue you," she muttered.

"I won't divorce you even if it kills me!" Looking at her pale face, I felt sorry for her. I held her in my arms and shook my head.

"But Rita's pregnant with your baby..." Scarlett whispered, sounding aggrieved.

I tried to comfort her, "The baby's not mine. It's Richard's."

Scarlett raised her head and looked at me in surprise. "How could you say that? You're really going to burden others with your responsibility? My God, Charles. I'm so disappointed in you. Get out. I don't want to see you or talk to you. You're upsetting me."

As she spoke, she pushed me away.

All I could do was take the hit. After all, it was my fault. I was the reason for her distrust. I walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

The moment I walked into the living room, I regretted leaving. Scarlett was still sick. The last thing I should do was leave her alone.

I turned around and went back to her room without hesitation.

When I entered the bedroom, I found Scarlett staring at me with wide eyes. She obviously did not expect me to return. Before she could say anything, I climbed into bed beside her and crashed my lips onto hers. She struggled against me, but I did not let go.

I slid my hand under her jaw and kissed her slowly and carefully. After a few heartbeats, she stopped resisting. It instantly got me worried that her condition was getting worse. I let go and took a look at her.

"Why did you stop? Are you okay?"

"It's pointless to fight you. I can't beat you anyway." There was no expression on her face, and she did not meet my gaze at all. I could not decide whether to feel hurt or guilty.

But when I saw the unmistakable absence of light in her eyes, I felt like she just stabbed me through the heart with a dagger.

"Has Rita really destroyed your trust in me?" I asked in a cold voice.

Scarlett darted her eyes at me and stared at me quietly for a few seconds. Then, she answered in a heartless tone I had never heard her use, "Yes."

I found myself gnashing my teeth together and shoving down the emotions that threatened to make me explode like a volcano.

Just then, my phone rang. I impatiently took it out and answered it. Soon, Rita's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hi, Charles. I just want to let you know that I will get an abortion," Rita said. I could tell that she was trying to keep her voice steady because I was still able to hear her anxiety.

I did not say anything for fear that I would snap at her. I was fed up with all her drama and her constant efforts to keep me away from Scarlett, but I was not going to tell her off right this minute.

She said when I did not respond, "Charles? Charles, are you there? Did you hear what I just said? Say something!"

Thinking of everything she had done, I could not help feeling incredibly annoyed. Instead of talking to Rita, I raised my voice on purpose and said something ambiguous to Scarlett. "Hold me tight, Scarlett."

"Charles, who... Who are you with? Who are you talking to?" Rita became agitated right away.

I asked her, "Who else can it be? Don't bother me anymore, Rita. Scarlett doesn't like it when you call me all the time."

Then, I hung up the phone and looked at Scarlett who kept silent the entire time I was on the phone.

I lowered my head and continued to kiss her affectionately. "Be with me, Scarlett. I will give you anything—my body, my heart, my possessions, anything you want."

"I want a divorce." Her voice was as hard and cold as a stone.

"No."

As I spoke, I continued to kiss her from her lips down to her collarbone. I stared at her fondly, the woman I loved with all my heart.

She took a deep breath as her eyes glinted with tears.

"We can't go on like this, Charles," she said in a soft voice and pulled my arm. "We should just get this over with. Please, I'm begging you."

I got off her, sat up, and stared into her eyes, and the determination that I saw despite the sadness poised to burn a hole through my chest. I could not help feeling enraged. She really wanted to divorce me at all costs.

"Why don't you just sue me and let the world know about our marriage's bitter end?" I asked through gritted teeth. Damn it! I did not mean to say that, but my reason just could not stop my fury.

Scarlett gently took my hand. "No, I don't want that, Charles. Let's divorce peacefully, okay? There's no need to put ourselves and our family through such a painful ordeal."

Once again, she was begging me.

And it broke my heart beyond imagination.

I wanted to make her understand just how badly I longed to be with her, but without her trust, I could do nothing, and it just made me even angrier.

I smiled bitterly and withdrew my hand.

"I can never get you to trust me again even if I sacrifice my life or everything I have, can't I?"

After I pulled away from her grasp, she lowered her head and said nothing. Her face grew even paler, making her look like a fragile porcelain doll in the dim light.

I had made up my mind not to give Scarlett a way out, but it was only driving her further and further away from me. Maybe it was time for me to let her go so that she could take some time to figure out her true feelings. But could I really bear to let go and carry on without her? Impossible. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

We were silent for a long time. I laid beside her and turned my back to her. The longer she kept quiet, the more bitter I felt in my heart. Did she really have nothing to say to me?

"Don't you have anything to say?" I could not help breaking the silence.

Scarlett did not respond. I turned around and found her asleep, but her eyes were only halfclosed. I did not know whether to cry or to laugh. As it turned out, I was the only one having our fight.

I carefully took her hand and kissed it, and my heart was filled with affection. There was no need to argue with her. As long as she was happy, it was enough. As for all the other troubles, I would resolve them and prevent them from ever hurting her again.