When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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?”

fury burned bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your

divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this.

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

and everything when

reddened as he grabbed me and warned, “Say

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

wailed, “The baby ruined everything for me. I don’t want to give birth to your child.

were red, too, and I could hear his gritting teeth. “Do you know

shoved his hand away and plastered a smile on my face. “I do

as though someone stabbed knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if you don’t want to get a

his eyes as he hissed in a deliberately

I be with John?” I

shoved me onto the bed and croaked, “What do you want to do

he pulled his hands apart, and

wearing many layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What has he done with you?

to kill me!” I bellowed as I pinched his

pity if you die! It’s only fun when

finding no meaning in doing that. I let

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