Bye, My Irresistible Love
img img Bye, My Irresistible Love img Chapter 1 Back For Divorce
Chapter 8 The Right As A Husband img
Chapter 9 Love Without Knowing img
Chapter 10 Have Dinner Together img
Chapter 11 The Alimony img
Chapter 12 Sleeping In The Same Bed img
Chapter 13 Get The Marriage Certificate img
Chapter 14 A Sleepless Night img
Chapter 15 A Kiss img
Chapter 16 Stand Her Up img
Chapter 17 Being Forced To Compromise img
Chapter 18 Have A Fever img
Chapter 19 The Scandal img
Chapter 20 Drinking img
Chapter 21 Fainting img
Chapter 22 Pretend To Be In A Relationship img
Chapter 23 In A Mess img
Chapter 24 Stay Overnight Again img
Chapter 25 I Don't Love Him img
Chapter 26 Wedding Dress img
Chapter 27 Blessing img
Chapter 28 Drunk img
Chapter 29 What Happened Last Night img
Chapter 30 My Price img
Chapter 31 You Are Priceless img
Chapter 32 Act Like A Shrew img
Chapter 33 It's You img
Chapter 34 Applying Ointment img
Chapter 35 Critical Condition Notice img
Chapter 36 Christine Fainted img
Chapter 37 I Won't Sign It img
Chapter 38 Buying Flowers img
Chapter 39 I Don't Hate You img
Chapter 40 Be Splashed With Paint img
Chapter 41 Making Breakfast img
Chapter 42 The Truth img
Chapter 43 Be Spanked img
Chapter 44 The Warm Scene img
Chapter 45 Male Problems img
Chapter 46 Maybe He Doesn't Want To Divorce You img
Chapter 47 The Revelation img
Chapter 48 Photos img
Chapter 49 Cake img
Chapter 50 Getting Sick img
Chapter 51 Out Of Control img
Chapter 52 Dream Or Reality img
Chapter 53 Vow img
Chapter 54 His Concealment img
Chapter 55 Feed Me img
Chapter 56 Reliable img
Chapter 57 Not On Speaking Terms img
Chapter 58 Work Party img
Chapter 59 I'm Sorry img
Chapter 60 Rumors img
Chapter 61 Sugar Daddy img
Chapter 62 Played Tennis img
Chapter 63 Confession img
Chapter 64 Sponsorship img
Chapter 65 Protect img
Chapter 66 Granddaughter-in-law img
Chapter 67 Ambiguous Relationship img
Chapter 68 The Lawsuit img
Chapter 69 Encounter img
Chapter 70 Fallen In Love img
Chapter 71 Pressed Under img
Chapter 72 The News img
Chapter 73 The Diamond img
Chapter 74 Tried On The Wedding Dress img
Chapter 75 The Remark Of Her Number img
Chapter 76 Cut Off img
Chapter 77 Seduction img
Chapter 78 Divorce img
Chapter 79 Charles Was Drunk img
Chapter 80 Unexpected News img
Chapter 81 The Omnipresent Rita img
Chapter 82 Pregnancy img
Chapter 83 Dispute img
Chapter 84 Amnesia img
Chapter 85 Have A Fever img
Chapter 86 Bitterness img
Chapter 87 The Call From Nate img
Chapter 88 Probing img
Chapter 89 Setup img
Chapter 90 Savior img
Chapter 91 Announce img
Chapter 92 Unexpected News img
Chapter 93 Car Accident img
Chapter 94 The Visit img
Chapter 95 Promise img
Chapter 96 The Game Between The Two Sides img
Chapter 97 The Ring img
Chapter 98 A Farce img
Chapter 99 The Questioning Of The Elders img
Chapter 100 Staying Overnight img
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Bye, My Irresistible Love

Gorgeous Killer
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Chapter 1 Back For Divorce

Scarlett's POV:

I checked the time again and sighed. It had been one and a half hours since I flew in, and I had lost count of the times I had glanced at my watch. My husband, Charles Moore, was nowhere to be found. He was supposed to pick me up from the airport. But he must be with his girlfriend right now. I shook my head and smiled bitterly at the thought, stood up, and dragged myself and my luggage out of the airport.

I married Charles three years ago. But shortly after our wedding, I received some good news from my dream university abroad. I was accepted to one of their programs, so I left to study there. Charles and I had not seen each other for three years. While I was away, he was spending all his time with the woman he truly loved.

Now, I was finally finished with my studies and I came back home. I wanted to end our nominal marriage. I decided it was time for me to stop hoping for things that would never happen.

On my way home in a cab, I sent Charles a message that read, "We need to talk."

Before long, I was standing inside our empty house. I set my luggage aside and headed to the living room. I sat on the sofa and waited. The house looked and smelled like no one had lived in it for years. Our wedding photo was still hanging on the wall. It offended and saddened me at the same time.

I glanced at my phone. Charles still had not replied. I guessed that maybe he would not be home tonight.

But I just sat there for a long time and immersed myself in my thoughts. Then, I heard a car pull over outside. I shot up from my seat, feeling my heart break into a gallop. Did I still expect anything of my stone-hearted husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But at the last moment, I gnashed my teeth together and clasped my trembling hands. I reminded myself, 'I'm here to end this.'

The doorknob turned, and the door swung open. Charles turned on the lights, and they cast a tall shadow of him down the hall. He walked in. He was clad in a charcoal black suit and immaculate white shirt. His expression showed exhaustion, but it did nothing to overshadow his angular face and prominent cheekbones. Everything was still the same. He still exuded that icy aura that I could feel from a few feet away.

As he walked closer, my heart beat faster, and my breath started coming in short bursts. I could not believe I forgot how handsome he was. He was like a god who did not belong in the mortal world. He had the kind of charm that just made people surrender.

Time had made him into a more mature-looking, head-turning man. I averted my gaze as I felt my cheeks burn.

He walked to the sofa and sat down. I took the seat across from him.

Then, he stared at me with his cold, sharp eyes. My first thought was to lower my head and avoid looking directly at him, but I forced my chin up. I saw my reflection in his dark eyes.

"You're back." He spoke in his usual monotone, which would have made me bristle had I not known it so completely.

"Yes," I answered, keeping my voice as nonchalant as his.

"My lawyer just sent you an email." As Charles spoke, he loosened his tie. His muscular chest poked through his shirt.

"Okay, let me check." I swallowed and schooled my features into neutrality.

I took out my phone and pulled up my email, and the subject line of the latest email in my inbox jumped right at me—divorce agreement. Although I was expecting it, I still felt like somebody drove a knife through my chest. The pain was swift and startling, and the only reason I was thankful for it was that it blinded me from Charles's charm for a second.

"All right. I'll sign it." I put my phone away and looked back at my soon-to-be ex-husband. Soon, he would no longer belong to me. I had a good run pretending to be Mrs. Moore. But it had to come to an end now, and I had to kick Mr. Moore out of my world.

"Don't you want to read the agreement first?"

"No need. I'm sure Mr. Moore will treat his ex-wife well." I forced a smile. Ex-wife. I was going to be his ex-wife pretty soon, but I was not sure I was okay with such a blunt term.

"You will get this Garden Street house. And the apartment downtown..."

"When?" I interrupted Charles.

"What?" He frowned and looked at me with probing eyes.

"When are we signing the papers?" I asked softly.

"I'll make an appointment with my lawyer," Charles replied, slightly dipping his chin.

"Very well. I'll wait for your call."

After a moment of silence, he looked up at me again.

"Rita is not in good health. I just want to fulfill her last wish," he explained.

I clenched my fist as I swallowed the lump in my throat. Fulfill her last wish? What a great man. But did he have to do it at my expense? Well, I supposed I had no right to be hurt here. After all, I was just a fake Mrs. Moore. A substitute.

"I understand." I just nodded, even though deep inside, I was brimming with so many things I wanted to say to his face.

"If you need anything else, I'll have my lawyer put it in the agreement."

"No, I'm good. Whatever's in there, it's enough." Once again, I curled my lips into a weak smile.

"Come see Rita tomorrow." Charles stood up and started pacing in front of me.

He said his last remark firmly. He was not asking me to come see his girlfriend. He was commanding me. What did he think of me? And why should I go meet that woman? Did he just want to rub salt into my wound?

"And why would I do that?" I asked him with a straight face.

"I don't want her to feel guilty about our divorce. Tell her that you're in love with someone else. Assure her that our decision to end our marriage has nothing to do with her." He stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes once again.


I wanted to refuse. But for some reason, I had always found it difficult to say no to him. All he had to do was look me in the eyes and ask, and I'd just give in without a fight.

"Thank you. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Don't bother. Just text me the address, and I'll be there."

Charles took one last look at me and then walked away.

I watched his receding figure as tears welled up in my eyes. We had been hiding our marriage during the past three years. No one knew about it except our family and close friends. A few months ago, the media reported news of Charles and Rita's engagement. Photos of Rita trying on wedding dresses were also published and got circulated all over the Internet. What a perfect match!

I spent some long nights staring at those photos, and each and every time, my eyes automatically darted to Charles. At that time, I thought that I should not lose hope in us. I believed that as long as I stayed married to him, there was still a chance that he could fall in love with me and then our relationship would become real. I loved him, and as long as I did, that was enough.

I did not realize until much later that I also needed him to love me back and not just for a bit. I wanted him to love me as much as I loved him.

I spent the last three years waiting for him. I tried and tried my best to show him my affection and concern despite the distance between us, but I got nothing in return. One day, I woke up and allowed the truth to beat me to a pulp.

That day, the clingy, needy Scarlett died a painful death, and from her corpse rose a new one, a Scarlett clad in an armor so thick, no sword or spear could pierce it.

I went up to my room with my suitcases and unpacked my clothes. Then, I took a shower and changed into a nightgown. The room looked like nobody had touched it since I left. There was not a knickknack out of place or even a wrinkle on the sheets. It was obvious that Charles had not used it in the last three years because he was probably living someplace else with Rita.

The thought made me wince. I went to the balcony to breathe some fresh air. To my surprise, I saw Charles's car still parked in the driveway. Why was he still here? Should he not be rushing back to his beloved Rita?

While I was blankly staring at his car, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Tiana. I answered her call.

"Hey, Tiana!"

"Bitch! Welcome back!"

"Thank you."

"I'm still on a business trip. I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up at the airport today."

"It's okay. Work comes first."

"Are you back for good or are you going to leave again the first chance you get?"

"I think I'll be staying for now."

"Great! Come work in our TV station then. I mean, you're perfect for the job. You majored in media, your voice is pleasant to hear, and you're gorgeous. People are going to love you. You'll fit right in. What do you say?"


"Have you talked to Charles?" Tiana's voice suddenly became low as if she wanted to feel out something.

"Yes." I looked at Charles's car in the driveway again.

"Did he tell you about his little girlfriend?"


"What a shameless jerk! How dare he mention her to you?"

"It's all right, Tiana. He asked me to come see Rita tomorrow, and I said yes."

"What? You agreed to meet that bitch who stole your husband? Are you out of your damn mind, Scarlett? That woman seduced Charles and encouraged him to divorce you. I honestly don't know why she's wasting her energy. The Moore family didn't approve of her for Charles three years ago. What makes her think they've somehow changed their minds now?" Tiana was practically roaring from the other end of the line.

"All's said and done. At this point, I just want to let bygones be bygones." I smiled lightly.

"Bygones? Scarlett, you still love him, don't you?"

I did not answer. Of course I still loved him. I had never stopped loving him.

"Scarlett!" Tiana's yell snapped me right back to reality.

"I'm tired, Tiana. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? See you soon."

I hung up the phone before Tiana could protest and took a deep breath. Charles's car was still there, and it didn't look like he planned to leave anytime soon. But what did I care?

All of a sudden, exhaustion finally weighed down on me. I went back to my room and crawled into bed. I laid on my back, stared at the ceiling, and waited for sleep to come. A few moments later, I heard someone knocking on the door.

Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I slid out of bed and opened the door. I found Charles standing outside.