Chapter 60 Want to Kiss Her
Scarlett seized the moment to shove Wesley away. She retreated two steps, her eyes cold and mocking.
"See? You'll never accept the stains on my past. Stop torturing yourself."
Wesley raised his hand, words dying on his lips. He let it fall, defeated. "I'll try to accept it." Even he didn't sound convinced.
Scarlett's patience snapped. "You've been 'trying' for years. Haven't you had enough? Because I sure have."
"Can't we just end this civilly, Wesley? Why make it uglier than it needs to be?"
His eyes narrowed, looking at her like she'd committed the ultimate betrayal. "You're this desperate for a divorce? Can't wait to run straight into Ambrose's arms, can you?"
He lunged forward, reaching for her again. This time Scarlett was ready—she dodged, putting more distance between them.
"Not everyone's like you, Wesley. I want this divorce because I'm done living this lie."
Her cold certainty was a blade twisting in his gut. His jaw clenched, veins pulsing at his temples as he stalked toward her.
"Quit acting so high and mighty. I saw you wrapped around Ambrose. Playing the saint after being his—"
"Don't change the subject." Scarlett kept backing up. "We're talking about the divorce."
Wesley stopped. "I told you. I won't divorce you."
A bitter laugh escaped her. "Then we'll see each other in court."
She turned to leave. His voice stopped her cold.
"If you take this to court, the kid's paternity goes public. You really want that?"
Her hands balled into fists. Delta knew about Wesley's marriage now—he had nothing to hide. This sudden shift? He was calculating how to reclaim those shares.
She whirled around. "That's what this is really about, isn't it? That forty percent stake."
Wesley closed the distance between them again. "I told you—I can't let you go. You don't believe me. So yeah, I'll use whatever leverage I have."
The words made her stomach turn. As he advanced, she spun to leave. His hand locked around her wrist like a vice. She yanked—he held firm.
"Let go!"
"Even if it means exposing the kid's paternity, you'd still go through with this?" His eyes blazed.
"Yes. I don't care what it costs. I want out." Her voice could've frozen hell over.
The finality of it—the complete rejection—turned his vision red. "You want to cut me out that badly?"
"I don't want a single connection to you. Not one." Each word hit like a hammer.
Her resolve shattered something in him. Resentment and rage tangled into something dark. His expression went glacial as he dragged her toward the couch.
Scarlett's alarm bells screamed. She fought him, but his strength overwhelmed her. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"My own wife, and I never touched her once. Now she's desperate to leave me for another man?" Something feral crept into his voice. "I think I'll find out exactly what I've been missing."
Reason had left the building.
"Wesley, stop!" Panic cracked through her voice.
Before she could scramble up, he was on top of her, pinning her to the couch. Her head spun from the impact.
He bent to kiss her.
Nausea rolled through her. She turned her face away. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him, his mouth descending—
She retched.
The sound stopped him cold.
Wesley stared at her, something dying in his eyes. Nothing could be more humiliating. She was so revolted by him that she literally got sick.
It wasn't an act. She genuinely found him repulsive.
The realization gutted him. He went limp, but didn't get off her. His weight pressed her into the cushions, his chin digging into her shoulder.
"You really know how to destroy a man, Scarlett."
She swallowed hard, fighting the bile. "I can't control it."
Somehow, that made it worse.
"Look at us," she managed. "I can't stand you touching me. You can't stand what I am. Why keep doing this?"
"Because I'm not done." His voice was raw. "You said you loved me once. Five years, and you changed completely."
"What's there to be 'not done' about? You didn't marry me for love—I was just a stepping stone. You're Mr. Ross now. Top of the world. Why not find someone clean? Someone who actually loves you?"
Scarlett knew this wasn't the time to fight. If sweet-talking him would get her that divorce, she'd swallow her pride.
Besides, it was all true anyway.
Wesley laughed—a hollow, bitter sound. He climbed off her.
"Even if you're disgusted by me, I still won't sign. We'll stay married. Forever."
He stood, smoothing his wrinkled shirt, and shot her one last icy look before heading for the door.
As his hand touched the doorknob, Scarlett closed her eyes. She bit down hard and forced the words out.
"I'll give up the forty percent."
Wesley froze. He turned slowly, disbelief written across his face. "What did you just say?"
Scarlett pushed herself upright, meeting his stare with steady resolve. "I'll give up my forty percent stake in the Ross Group. In exchange for the divorce."
"Wow. You're really that desperate." He let out a cold laugh. But there was no triumph in it.
Wasn't this what he'd wanted all along? To get her to relinquish the assets? So why did hearing her actually agree feel so... empty?
She was willing to walk away with nothing just to be rid of him. The message couldn't be clearer: she didn't love him anymore. Hell, she might never have.
Without a word, he yanked the door open and left.
"Tomorrow morning. Ten a.m. At the courthouse." Scarlett's voice followed him. "I'll bring the stock agreement. We'll both sign and be done."
Wesley didn't respond. He just walked away.
But Scarlett knew he'd show up.
Everything he'd done had been about reclaiming that stake. Now that his wish was coming true, he had no reason to refuse. He was just good at hiding his true intentions—like when he'd pretended to love her at the beginning.