Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

After lunch, Abner told me that he needed to talk to me about something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, visibly confused.

'Did something happen to the program?' I wondered.

"Scarlett, I just got an interim notice that a certain someone will be joining the program," Abner replied, looking at me awkwardly.

I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his response. "It's fine. Do you know who it is?" "Your husband." Abner appeared to be conflicted. "What? Are you serious?" My eyes widened in disbelief. Abner scratched his nose and sighed. "It was the director's order. After all, your husband is the sponsor of our TV station."

Anger flared up in my heart as I sneered.

"Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he has money?"

"Scarlett, calm down! Don't let your emotions affect your work," Abner reminded me kindly.

For a moment, I fell silent. I was like a deflated ball.

"Look, I get that, but I need to have a serious discussion with him about this." "What are you going to talk to him about?" asked Abner.

"This is an all-female program. Why does he want to be a part of it? Is he also a strong independent mother?"

I gritted my teeth because of how angry I was. This was so ridiculous!

"Well, I don't want to get involved in whatever you two have going on. You should solve that dispute by yourselves." Abner sat on a chair wearily. "Sorry to have dragged you into this," I said.

This program was the fruit of many people's painstaking efforts, but now, it was likely to be ruined by Charles, and it was all because of me.

'What on earth does he want to do?'

During the afternoon, I rushed home, angry and determined to have a talk with him. I sat on the living room sofa, waiting for Charles to come home.

It was getting dark, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

Unable to wait any longer, I decided to call him.

Just as I picked up my phone, I heard someone inputting the passcode of the door.

Soon, the door opened and Charles walked in along with the three kids.

'Wait a second... How did he know my new password? Did someone tell him again?' I thought.

I felt like I was coming down with a migraine.

"Mom!" James threw himself into my arms.

"Did you enjoy your day with Dad?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"Yup! Dad took us to the park and fed the doves with us!" James was staring at me, blushing and excited.

I touched his head and whispered, "James, be a good boy and go upstairs, okay? I just need to talk to your dad."

"Okay, Mommy." James nodded obediently.

"Why are you home so early?" Charles handed the twins to the servants and greeted me.

"Stop pretending like you don't know! You already know the reason I came home this early, don't you?" I shot him a cold glance.

If my eyes could shoot arrows, Charles would've been riddled with holes by now.

He shot me a faint glance without giving me an explanation.

"I'm going to bathe James for now. Let's talk about this later. Anyway, where are my clothes?" asked Charles.

Afterwards, he caught up with James and went upstairs with the boy.

'Wait... he wants to take a shower? In my house? Does he intend to stay here?' I wondered.

"Hold on a second! Who said you could take a shower here?" I shouted as he walked away.

Charles stopped in his tracks for a moment, but then he continued going upstairs without even looking at me.

I glanced over at Tracy and asked, "Did you tell him the new passcode of our door?"

She shook her head, trembling in fear. "Of course, not!" "Oh, really? Then how did he know the new passcode?" I asked, staring at Tracy suspiciously. "You used the twins' birthday as the pass code. Honestly, it was easy to guess," Tracy responded, feeling attacked.

"Charles wouldn't have known about that! I didn't tell him the specific date of their birthday," I said.

It was then that I paused to think.

'I might not have told him, but he could've conducted a thorough investigation. God, why didn't I realize that I couldn't hide anything from him? Damn it, Charles!'

I sat back on the sofa, annoyed. I

grabbed a pillow, imagining it was Charles. Afterwards, I hit it with all my might just to vent my frustrations at him. After a while, Charles came downstairs. He walked towards the sofa, and sat

across me, enjoying a cigarette.

His brazen act of behaving like he was right at home really got on my nerves.

"Why are you still here?" I asked impatiently.

"Because you haven't thrown my clothes away yet," he answered.

"Huh?" I couldn't understand what he met.

"Why haven't you thrown my clothes away?" he asked.

I was stunned by the question. 'Yeah... why didn't I?'

"I must've forgotten to do it. I'll ask them to throw those shit away tomorrow!"

Charles stared at me, clearly displeased. The moment our eyes met, my heart began to race. Fazed by his gaze, I looked away.

"Charles, it's time for you to leave," I remarked. Besides, you've already seen the kids twice this month. You're not allowed to visit them next month anymore," I added. "Okay," Charles responded readily.

"But the next I come back, it'll be Christmas time. By the way, do you still remember Grandpa's birthday?"

"Yeah. It's on Christmas. How could I forget?" I asked, visibly annoyed.

"You have to come," he said sternly.

"Fine. You should go now."

The way Charles was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable.

"Can't you at least wait for me to finish my cigarette?"

Charles was holding a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't take a drag. He was just letting it slowly burn away.

I could tell that he was just coming up with excuses to remain here.

I didn't want to say anything else, so the room fell into silence.

"Have you watched the news today?" he asked.

Upon hearing the question, I realized that I was so focused on trying to drive him away that I almost forgot the business.

"Let's not talk about the news for now. I heard from Abner that you want to be a part of my show?" I asked.

"Yup. What about it?" Charles nodded passively. "I don't want you there!" I blurted out.

"What? Why? Wasn't your director

the one who invited me to be a part

of your show?" Charles

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'Wait... what? The director asked him

to be there?'

I stared at Charles, doubtful of how true his words were. He was smoking leisurely, and he didn't seem to be lying.

"Why did our director invite you? It's an allfemale program!"

"Yeah, and what makes you think I'd want to be part of an all-female program?"

Charles looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I thought that he would tell me that he wanted to be there simply because of me.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

An awkward tension pervaded in the air, and his gaze made me feel even more uneasy.

At this time, my stomach growled, causing Charles to look at it.

'Oh, my God! This is so embarrassing!'

Blushing, I turned around without uttering a word.

When Charles sprang to his feet all of a sudden, I was startled.

"What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to the kitchen to check if there's anything to eat. I'm really hungry."

Having said that, Charles put out his cigarette and walked towards the kitchen.

Once he was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was really worried that he was just trying to buy time to stay here, so I followed him into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, I found Charles

cooking steak. As I stared at him

was at a loss for words. I wanted to

say something, but I didn't know

what to say, so in the end, I just left

in silence.

Soon, dinner was ready. Charles and I sat at the dining table in awkward silence. I lowered my head, having no intention of speaking to him.

But I could feel him staring right at me. As I raised my head and sighed, "Aren't you hungry?" "Scarlett, why did you give my rights to another man?" Charles' question was puzzling to me.

I was so shocked that I almost choked on the beef in my mouth. "What's the matter with you now?"

"As your lawfully wedded husband, when you're pregnant, I should be the one by your side. Why did you give that privilege to William?" he asked.

"I don't understand what you are talking about," I replied.

Charles leaned closer and closer towards me. Frightened, I leaned backwards, but he got even closer.

As soon as I looked into his eyes, I was lost in his deep gaze, which rendered me even more confused.