Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

"Calm down. If you suddenly had a heart attack because of me, how the hell would I explain that to Abner? Don't worry. I've been soaking my feet with hot water. Besides, as soon as the filming is over, I change into thick clothes right away. I'll get better soon," I assured Nina.

My assurance, however, did not dispel Nina's disappointment.

"You're an idiot. Charles is your husband, not an ornament."

"Nina, I live in his house, and he pays for the children's expenses. How else do you think I can afford this golf club?"

"Really?"

"Yes! Charles even pays for the kids' and my meal every day."

Nina smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good. You should spend his money!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. At last, Nina had finally stopped goading me into spending Charles's wealth. But just when I thought that conversation about Charles was over, she asked me another question about him again.

"By the way, Scarlett, have you talked to Charles recently?"

"No," I briefly answered.

Charles and I had not talked nor seen each other since he left last time.

Nina's eyes widened in disbelief. "No? Shouldn't married couples talk with each other? Aren't the kids supposed to be a lubricant in their parent's relationship?"

"A lubricant? What do you mean?"

"Doesn't Charles video chat with them? You know, this is the best time to make amends and improve your relationship!"

"We don't need to video chat. The bodyguards live with me. If Charles wants to know what I'm doing, he can just ask them."

All of a sudden, Nina's mouth fell open as something dawned on her. "Wait a minute. Did you two have a fight?"

The memory of Charles walking away without a word crossed my mind. Even so, I shook my head to deny the truth. "No."

Who knew what was Charles was thinking at that time? He was just fooling around with me when, suddenly, he left.

At this moment, his strange question before we parted that night popped into my mind.

It was only now that I understood what he meant.

He must be pertaining to the time when I was in Kitsap.

How could I have informed him of my pregnancy?

I resented him at that time.

On my way back to the TV station, I was lost in thought.

I could not help but reminisce about the moments when Charles and I were happy. But now, we were miserable.

Did he ever love me?

Did he love our children?

If so, how much did he love us?

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"Scarlett, Nancy is here."

We had just reached home when I heard Janet's caution. I immediately looked out of the car.

Sure enough, Nancy was by the entrance, seemingly waiting for someone.

At this moment, Nancy walked over and greeted me.

"Hi, Scarlett."

She even reached out to support me as I got out of the car.

Although I clearly saw her outstretched hand, I deliberately left it hanging. "Miss Wood, what brings you here at this hour?" I asked with a faint smile. Nancy glanced at the bodyguards behind me. "Scarlett, can we talk alone?"

I nodded in response. Then, with Nancy at my heels, I walked a little further away from the bodyguards.

Meanwhile, she looked at me with a grateful expression.

Once we were out of earshot, I went straight to the point. "What is it that you want to tell me?"

In all honesty, I did not want to be with Nancy. I could not stand her. But then again, I could not avoid her forever.

"Scarlett, I know you've been itching to divorce Charles. But now... have you given up?"

"I suppose so," I answered ambiguously.

I could feel that Nancy loved Charles with all her heart.

However, my blood boiled when I recalled the time when she forcefully picked up Jerry and made him cry.

"But why?" Nancy asked again.

She went as white as a sheet and kept fumbling with the hemline of her dress in apprehension.

"It's probably because I haven't found someone who's more suitable for me." I noticed the slight change in Nancy's expression and felt pleased with myself.

"Scarlett, I admire you very much.

Can we be friends? If you're still mad

because of last time... could you blame me? Jerry was so cute. I couldn't resist hugging him. Don't worry I wasn't planning on taking him away from you." Nancy shifted the topic and reminded me of what had happened last time. ContentTêxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Nancy, let me clear things up for you. I don't care if you want to chase after Charles. Just leave my sons alone," I warned.

My children were my everything.

I would never let Nancy lay a finger on them, much less get close to them again.

As soon as I finished speaking, I turned around to leave.

But before I could take another step, Nancy ran in front of me and blocked my way.

"Scarlett, when Charles and I become together in the future, I swear I won't ask your children to call me 'Mom'."

"Get out of my way. We're not friends. Didn't I just tell you that I don't care if you chase after Charles? Just keep your fucking hands off my sons."

"Don't worry. I won't take them away from you. If I want a baby, I can have my own."

When Nancy spoke, her eyes were red and brimming with tears.

I looked at her with narrowed eyes. And, without a word, I turned around and left.

As if Nancy had not pestered me enough, she jogged to catch up with me. Fortunately, Janet stopped her, or else I might not have been able to restrain my anger.

"Miss Wood, Mr. and Mrs. Moore are

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not going to divorce. Please stop asking for trouble. If you don't stop, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson, Mind you, I don't care if you're a frail woman. I'll hit you." Janet put on a fighting posture to intimidate and force Nancy back.

My phone beeped the moment I reached the door. I looked at it to see who had messaged me and saw that it was Nancy. What an annoying woman.

"Scarlett, rest assured that I won't take your sons away from you. You'll always be your mother, after all."

I could not help but sigh helplessly after reading the message.

Nancy was so obsessed with Charles.

I locked myself in the study when I got home.

I must admit, I felt a little uneasy as I recalled what Nancy had said.

After I long while, I decided to take the initiative to do something to protect my kids.

I figured it was better to do this now than when Charles came back and hooked up with Nancy.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, just as I had gotten out of the bathroom, Charles video called me.

I stared at the screen for a moment, debating whether or not I should answer his call. Albeit reluctant, I pressed the answer button a few moments later.

"What is it?" I asked with a frown.

"Can I see James?"

"Sure."

I took James to the bed and said to him, "James, your father wants to video chat with you. Come." James had not seen Charles for a long time. So when he heard that his father wanted to video chat with him, he was thrilled.

I handed James the phone, and he took it from me excitedly. "Dad!"

"Hey, buddy. Have you been a good boy?" Charles asked with a smile. As always, his voice was gentle and patient whenever he was talking to our son.

"Yes, I have! Dad, when will you come back home?" "In a couple of days. Does James miss Dad?"

"Yes! Mommy and my brothers miss Daddy too!"

When I heard what James had said, I felt awkward.

I never said that I missed Charles.

Just as I was about to refute James's words, he suddenly threw the phone at me.

Because I had just taken a shower, I was wearing a loose cotton bathrobe.

My phone happened to get caught in my collar. As a result, it went through my bathrobe.

It was a little difficult to take it out from the top, so I took it out from the bottom.

To my surprise, the call had not been hung up yet. All of a sudden, my mind went blank, and my face began to burn when I realized that Charles might have seen 'everything'.

Did Charles see it?

Embarrassed, I decided to change the topic. "Do you want to talk to James again?"

"What... just happened?" Charles asked in a hoarse voice.

Instead of answering his question, I handed the phone back to James. "Is there anything else you want to say to your dad? If not, we're going to bed now."

James held the phone and excitedly said to Charles, "Dad, come home soon!"

It seemed that he did not realize that something had happened when he threw the phone.

On the other end of the line, Charles ignored James and asked me again, "I said, what happened?"

"What else could itbe? Didn'tyou see everything?" I scoffed.

Charles had known me enough to know how embarrassed I was right now. And yet, he kept on asking me what had just happened.

He must be annoying me on purpose!

With a red face, I hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.