Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 108

Scarlett's POV:

Pushing Charles away, I said, "I'll be there as a guest tomorrow night."

I then took off the necklace and added, "And there is no reason for me to accept such a precious gift."

"What do you mean by that? You are my wife, and you deserve the best." Charles' face paled as he held my wrist.

"Soon, I won't be your wife. We're going to divorce, remember?" I said in a firm voice. I was forcing myself to be cold to him because I did not want him to sway my heart away. I knew that it would be more painful if I let him into my heart once again.

"Scarlett!" Charles called out my name, gritting his teeth

Although I knew that he was angry, I continued to provoke him. "Would you like to go on? Bring it on! I am ready."

Charles snorted and shook off my hand. "You are so disgusting."

I shrugged, pretending not to care. "Whatever. You don't seem to want to continue, so why don't you just leave?"

Charles sat down on the sofa and said coldly, "This is my home too and I am willing to stay right here."

I ignored his words. After what just happened, I became sober. I was finally able to sense the awful smell of alcohol on my body, and wanted to take a shower to get rid of it. I finished the hot cup of honey water before I turned around and walked to the bathroom.

"Wait! Take your gift with you. Or you won't be able to sleep tonight," Charles warned.

I did not want to be tangled with him again, so I glared at him as I picked up the gift box and the bouquet of white roses and threw them in the study room. I felt like if it was out of my sight, then I wouldn't think about it.

Only after I was done taking a shower did I completely sober up. After wiping my wet hair with a towel, I went to the living room to drink some water. To my surprise, Charles was alone there, drinking.

I curled my lips, resisted the impulse to talk to him, and passed by him without looking at him. He did not say anything to me, either. He continued to stare at the glass in his hand, looking a little lonely.

I drank a full glass of water before I returned to my room. I slammed the door behind me with a bang, feeling depressed. Why was he pretending to be so despondent? He was acting as though I was the bad guy in the relationship who lied to him about love and hurt him deeply.

As I slowly dried my hair, I sat down on the bed gloomily. However, I could not stop worrying about him. Was he still drinking? Thinking of that, I could not resist myself anymore. I got out of bed, and opened the door slightly, looking at him through the crack. The lights in the living room were off, and there was no sound.

I took off my slippers, walked to the living room stealthily, and noticed Charles fast asleep on the sofa. Next to him, there were several empty alcohol bottles.

"You should be more careful or you will die from alcohol poisoning!" I couldn't help but grumble.

Seeing that he was not taking good care of himself, I could not help but get angry. Feeling helpless, I covered him with a thin blanket.

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache.

Alcohol was really a bad thing, at least for me. Yawning lazily, I walked out of my room and saw that Charles had already left. However, there was breakfast on the table, and the roses that he had gotten for me the night before were neatly placed in a vase that was filled with water.

As I gently touched the flowers, I thought of what he had said to me the night before, and my heart softened.

While I was eating breakfast, Alice called me.

"Scarlett, I miss you so much. When will you get off work today? I'll ask the driver to pick you up." There was a lot of enthusiasm, and humor in her voice, just like always.

"Mom, I miss you too. But I'm not sure when I'll get off work today. Once I am done with work, I will go to the hotel on my own. Don't trouble the driver on my behalf," I said to her with a smile, influenced by her cheerful mood.

I chatted with her for a while longer before I hung up, gulped down the rest of my breakfast, and rushed to the TV station.

"Hey, Scarlett, why are you in such a hurry?" I saw Nina walking towards me with a mug in her hand as soon as I arrived at work.

"I was caught up in a traffic jam." Sitting on the chair, I tried to catch my breath.

"Charles did not drop you off at work today?" Nina seemed to be a little surprised as she asked me that question.

I shook my head and replied, "Well, we had a fight."

Moreover, it did not seem like we would patch things up anytime soon. Although it was something that I had always wanted, for some reason, I could not help but feel depressed about getting it.

"Damn it! Things were going so well last night. How could you two fight?" Nina looked at me in disbelief. Disappointed, she put down the coffee mug and turned to me. "Nothing happened between you two?"

Thinking of what happened last night, I smiled awkwardly. "We shouted at each other. Does that count?"