Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 792

It took a long stretch of quiet before Vincent's defeated voice finally broke the silence. "Do you still love me?"

Love?

Scarlett had never once heard him utter such words before. Back when their romance was fresh, she'd ached for him to ask exactly this. Now, the question only filled her with sharp revulsion.

The air inside the room hung thick and sweltering, heat prickling across Scarlett's skin and winding her nerves tight, yet her tone stayed eerily calm as she answered him.

"Vincent, I stopped loving you the second I asked for a divorce. That feeling's been gone for good."

Vincent kept his head bowed, warm lamplight spilling all across his back and hiding his facial features, but Scarlett could easily tell he'd sunk into gloom.

Still, she felt zero remorse and pressed on bluntly. "Not only do I not love you anymore, I deeply regret ever crossing paths with you at all."

Barely had the last word left her mouth when Vincent shot out a hand, clamping hard around her neck and cutting off her airflow entirely. All her cries got trapped in her throat.

Scarlett stared up at him with bloodshot eyes, her gaze heavy with resentment, as if silently condemning herself for ever having loved this man.

Vincent had completely lost control; his grip bore down like he might snap her neck in one furious motion.

She wore nothing but a thin swimsuit, the fabric rumpled and slipping out of place from their earlier scuffle to leave much of her figure exposed.

His body reacted instinctively to the sight, raw craving coiling in his chest as the urge to claim her crashed over him.

Cut off from oxygen, Scarlett's complexion drained of all color, her irises blazing red from strained blood flow.

She never begged for mercy, but frightened, humiliated tears welled and spilled down her cheeks onto his skin.

The instant her tears touched his knuckles, Vincent jerked his hand away as if burned.

Fresh air flooded her lungs, and Scarlett gasped greedily, fighting to steady her ragged breathing.

Vincent's gaze stayed fixed on her, tangled emotions churning inside him he could not name. Without thinking, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms gently around her.

His low murmur repeated against her ear nonstop. "Tell me what you need. I'll hand over anything I possibly can, all of it. Just come back to me. I'm ready to give up everything, honest, absolutely everything..."

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