Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

When I got inside the house, Elena handed me a bag.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Mr. Moore brought it over," she answered.

I poured out all the contents of the bag.

There was matching T-shirts, a coffee mug, a pair of ski gloves, and even sexy lingerie.

These were the stuff that I'd left in Garden Street.

They carried memories of me and Charles.

It all felt ironic to see these things again.

Just before I could throw the stuff aside, I found an iPad underneath the pile of stuff.

I picked up and tapped on the screen. The password prompt appeared soon after.

I input James' birthday, but it turned out that it was the wrong password.

After a brief pause, I input the twins' birthday and Charles' as well, but none of them were correct.

At this point, I was starting to get annoyed.

After pondering on it some more, I tried to input our wedding date. The iPad was unlocked right away.

In the gallery, there was photo album.

I casually swiped the screen, and familiar photos came into view.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

There were a lot of pictures. There was one where I was sleeping soundly; some were of me holding James, others were when I was feeding Jerry and Jason. There was even a picture of me and Charles, hugging intimately during our wedding day. It looked like I was whispering something to his ear.

The time we spent together was now a distant memory to me. But when I saw these photos again, those memories became vivid again. It seemed like they happened only yesterday.

I felt a lump in my throat, and soon, tears blurred my vision.

'He has a new girlfriend now. Why can't he just let me go? Is he using these photos to remind me of how stupid I used to be?' I wondered.

"Caroline, are you okay?" Elena asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just really miss my kids."

She patted me on the back and said, "Don't be upset. You're preparing to take back the custody of your kids, right?"

"I am. Nobody can stop me from being with my children!"

The worry in my heart was lifted. I wiped away my tears and went upstairs.

Once I had calmed down, I gave my lawyer Percy Gray a call.

As soon as the call went through, I asked, "What do you think are my chances of getting the full custody of my kids?"

Raina's POV:

When I woke up the next morning, I heard birds singing outside the window.

I slept well last night.

Perhaps because Charles' smell lingered on the bed, I felt comfortable. It was as if I was sleeping in his arms.

I didn't have to worry that Gary would suddenly barge into my room, pin me down and rape me.

That was why I must stay here!

After getting up from the bed, I went downstairs.

It was really quiet here. Aside from James who was sitting on the sofa and playing with his iPad, it seemed as though there was nobody else in the living room.

I sat next to him and said, "Good morning, James. Are you here alone?"

"I don't like talking to ugly women," he replied without even looking at me. Then, he moved aside.

"What did you just say?" I asked through gritted teeth.

'Argh! How dare this kid call me ugly?

What an uneducated little rascal!'

"Oh, so you're not just ugly; you're deaf too, huh?" James remarked casually.

I was so angry that my body trembled. I wanted to teach the boy a lesson. But the moment I raised my hand, I noticed a security camera in the corner.

After taking a deep breath, I put on a smile, and continued speaking to the boy gently. "What are you playing, James? That looks fun! Do you mind if play with you?"

Suddenly, James looked at me. The look of disgust on his face was exactly like Charles'. Subconsciously, I shrank backwards.

"James, I just want to..."

But before I could finish my sentence, James cut me off. "How about I give you a test first. If you can solve the problem, I'll let you play with me."

'A test, huh? What does a little kid like him know? Fine. I'll bite.'

Confidently, I nodded in agreement to his suggestion.

James put down his iPad, took out a notebook from his schoolbag, and began writing something on it.

Out of curiosity, I approached him.

"Don't peep," James said while covering his notebook.

"Fine." I looked away and sat back, feeling disdainful.

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After a while, James threw the notebook in front of me and said, "This is a partially completed nine by nine grid. Fill this grid with numbers, so that each column, each row, and each of the nine three by three sub-grids of the entire table contains all of the digits from 1 to 9. But be warned, there's an additional restriction on the contents of individual cells. For example, the same single integer may not appear twice in the same row, column, or any of the nine three by three sub-grids of the nine by nine table."

"How am I supposed to solve that? It's impossible!" I blurted out.

"Well, with your level of intelligence, it really is impossible," James said, taking his notebook back. Clearly, he was mocking me.

"Wait!"

I said, immediately stopping him.

'It's just a stupid Sudoku puzzle. I won't let it get the better of me!'

"Give me the notebook. I'll do it."

"You should think this through and save yourself the embarrassment," he answered.

Without another word, I grabbed the notebook from his hand, picked up the pen on the table, and began filling the table with numbers.

At first, I really just wanted to impress James, but now, his dismissive attitude towards me got on my nerves.

Time fleeted by quickly.

I filled many boxes, but each time l

almost completed the entire table, my answer proved to be wrong. was forced to erase my answers and start over multiple times.

For a moment, I paused to wipe the beads of cold sweat on my forehead. Just as I was about to try again, the notebook in my hand was taken away.

"Gosh, you're so slow!"

James took the pen from my hand as well and filled all the boxes within less than ten seconds.

And when I glanced at it, I saw that his answers were all correct.

"Sudoku is a piece of cake for me. My Mommy taught me how to solve Sudoku puzzles when I was two years old, you know!"

"You little..." "You're so stupid. Do you honestly believe that you deserve to be with my Daddy?" James sneered unscrupulously.

I clenched my fists, stood up, and pointed at him with a trembling hand.

Before I could get another word in, James' face changed and he suddenly burst into tears.