Chapter 137
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. Casting me a determined look, he inquired, “Do you still feel bad?”
His question made me freeze. “Feel bad?”
“About my injury.”
I lowered my head and chuckled. Shaking my head, I responded, “No, Ashton. Whether you live or die is none of my concern anymore.”
I knew those words would make him angry and lead to a fight.
Yet, I still voiced them out.
He stared at me for a long while before he finally asked, “Scarlett, I never have a place in your heart, do I?”
“Yes.” I nodded as my chest tightened. Breathing out slowly, I averted my eyes from his gloomy gaze and muttered, “When Grandpa asked me to marry you, I agreed to it because you’re the dream husband of all girls—handsome and rich. In the beginning, I hoped for a beautiful love story. That was why I married you happily. However, as time passed by, I realized it had just been wishful thinking.”
Rebecca was all that was needed to defeat me.
“So?” It was a grim look on his face and a cold sneer on his lips. “John’s appearance made you realize that you can choose someone who likes and adores you. On the other hand, I became less important to you. Is that so?”
His words made fury burned bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when you can choose someone you love and be with her freely?”
“Huh.” The atmosphere in the room turned tense. “Scarlett, you think too simple of the world. What are you planning to do now? Are you going to divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this. You can dream on. I won’t agree to divorce even if you don’t have my child in you right now.”
“Ashton, you are a b*stard!” He refused to let me lead a good life. He would rather drag this on than to see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown from enduring the upset for such a long time.
I swept the lights and decorations off the headboard, and they shattered on the ground.
“Why can you do anything you want with Rebecca, but I can’t? Ashton, let me tell you the truth. I never wanted this baby.”
Indeed, one would say anything and everything when anger consumed them.
His face reddened as he grabbed me and warned, “Say that again.”
I glared at him, wishing all the pent-up frustration within could burst out of me at that moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you hear me? I don’t want this baby at all!”
I raised my hand to pound my fists onto my stomach as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child. It’s not worth it for me to give birth to a child for someone like you!”
“Scarlett!” By now, his eyes were red, too, and I could hear his gritting teeth. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
I shoved his hand away and plastered a smile on my face. “I do and I know very well!” I screamed.
The feeling of sorrow was invading every part of my mind, and my heart ached as though someone stabbed knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if you don’t want to get a divorce, but I’m warning you now not to get involved with my matters.”
At that, he narrowed his eyes as he hissed in a deliberately quiet voice, “Your matters?”
“If you can be together with Rebecca, why can’t I be with John?” I roared out the words spoken in anger.
He shoved me onto the bed and croaked, “What do you want to do with him?”
Then, he pulled his hands apart, and I heard the sound of fabric tearing.
I wasn’t wearing many layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you? Has he touched you in this intimate way?”
“Ashton, I dare you to kill me!” I bellowed as I pinched his back.
“It’ll be a pity if you die! It’s only fun when I torture bit by bit.”
Right then, I stopped resisting, finding no meaning in doing that. I let go of him and stared at the ceiling instead.
After a long while, he got up and went to the bathroom. After spending a few minutes in there, he came back out, changed his clothes, and left without saying a word.
When he stepped out of the room, he slammed the door, and the noise reverberated in the room for a long time.
When will this end?
As I did not need to go to the office, I had nothing else to do. When Macy called, I just came out of the bathroom.
Upon picking up the call, I muttered, “Are you in the countryside yet? Have you found a place to stay?”
“Mm,” she answered. “Did Ashton pick you up at the train station?”
I froze. “You told him?” No wonder I saw Ashton at the train station. Turns out it’ was Macy who told him.
She hummed in response again. “If you’ve decided to go back to him, the two of you have to be open with each other. No matter what happens between him and Rebecca, you’re still his wife legally. Since you have to live the rest of your life with him, you might as well have a good life and enjoy it. Scarlett, don’t make your marriage seem like hell. It’s tiring to live a life that way.”
I knew that, but I could not help and sigh, “Unfortunately, we had a fight, and he just left.”
“Why are you fighting again?” she grumbled. “Why can’t you have a peaceful discussion with him?”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. Casting me a determined look, he inquired, “Do you still feel bad?”
His question made me freeze. “Feel bad?”
“About my injury.”
I lowered my head and chuckled. Shaking my head, I responded, “No, Ashton. Whether you live or die is none of my concern anymore.”
I knew those words would make him angry and lead to a fight.
Yet, I still voiced them out.
He stared at me for a long while before he finally asked, “Scarlett, I never have a place in your heart, do I?”
“Yes.” I nodded as my chest tightened. Breathing out slowly, I averted my eyes from his gloomy gaze and muttered, “When Grandpa asked me to marry you, I agreed to it because you’re the dream husband of all girls—handsome and rich. In the beginning, I hoped for a beautiful love story. That was why I married you happily. However, as time passed by, I realized it had just been wishful thinking.”
Rebecca was all that was needed to defeat me.
“So?” It was a grim look on his face and a cold sneer on his lips. “John’s appearance made you realize that you can choose someone who likes and adores you. On the other hand, I became less important to you. Is that so?”
His words made fury burned bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your side when you can choose someone you love and be with her freely?”
“Huh.” The atmosphere in the room turned tense. “Scarlett, you think too simple of the world. What are you planning to do now? Are you going to divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this. You can dream on. I won’t agree to divorce even if you don’t have my child in you right now.”
“Ashton, you are a b*stard!” He refused to let me lead a good life. He would rather drag this on than to see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown from enduring the upset for such a long time.
I swept the lights and decorations off the headboard, and they shattered on the ground.
“Why can you do anything you want with Rebecca, but I can’t? Ashton, let me tell you the truth. I never wanted this baby.”
Indeed, one would say anything and everything when anger consumed them.
His face reddened as he grabbed me and warned, “Say that again.”
I glared at him, wishing all the pent-up frustration within could burst out of me at that moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you hear me? I don’t want this baby at all!”
I raised my hand to pound my fists onto my stomach as I wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child. It’s not worth it for me to give birth to a child for someone like you!”
“Scarlett!” By now, his eyes were red, too, and I could hear his gritting teeth. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
I shoved his hand away and plastered a smile on my face. “I do and I know very well!” I screamed.
The feeling of sorrow was invading every part of my mind, and my heart ached as though someone stabbed knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if you don’t want to get a divorce, but I’m warning you now not to get involved with my matters.”
At that, he narrowed his eyes as he hissed in a deliberately quiet voice, “Your matters?”
“If you can be together with Rebecca, why can’t I be with John?” I roared out the words spoken in anger.
He shoved me onto the bed and croaked, “What do you want to do with him?”
Then, he pulled his hands apart, and I heard the sound of fabric tearing.
I wasn’t wearing many layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you? Has he touched you in this intimate way?”
“Ashton, I dare you to kill me!” I bellowed as I pinched his back.
“It’ll be a pity if you die! It’s only fun when I torture bit by bit.”
Right then, I stopped resisting, finding no meaning in doing that. I let go of him and stared at the ceiling instead.
After a long while, he got up and went to the bathroom. After spending a few minutes in there, he came back out, changed his clothes, and left without saying a word.
When he stepped out of the room, he slammed the door, and the noise reverberated in the room for a long time.
When will this end?
As I did not need to go to the office, I had nothing else to do. When Macy called, I just came out of the bathroom.
Upon picking up the call, I muttered, “Are you in the countryside yet? Have you found a place to stay?”
“Mm,” she answered. “Did Ashton pick you up at the train station?”
I froze. “You told him?” No wonder I saw Ashton at the train station. Turns out it’ was Macy who told him.
She hummed in response again. “If you’ve decided to go back to him, the two of you have to be open with each other. No matter what happens between him and Rebecca, you’re still his wife legally. Since you have to live the rest of your life with him, you might as well have a good life and enjoy it. Scarlett, don’t make your marriage seem like hell. It’s tiring to live a life that way.”
I knew that, but I could not help and sigh, “Unfortunately, we had a fight, and he just left.”
“Why are you fighting again?” she grumbled. “Why can’t you have a peaceful discussion with him?”
