Scarlett's POV:

When Charles asked me how much he was worth to me, he was standing really close, and I could feel his warm breath on my ear. It was incredibly ambiguous.

I looked down at my toes, and whispered, "You are priceless."

Since he got the answer he wanted, he chuckled in my ear.

"But that was in the past," I added, looking into his eyes.

His smile froze as he turned around and forced me to face him.

"And now?"

His grip was so tight that his fingers were digging into my flesh.

I frowned. It was too windy and I couldn't open my eyes. However, my mind was particularly clear as I said the following words.

"You are not worth a cent."

Charles' expression darkened as he finally eased his grip on my arm.

"I want to be the priceless one. Now, and forever!"

"Charles, do you even hear yourself? Don't you think it's ridiculous for a man who is about to divorce his wife to want her to consider him as a priceless treasure?" Shocked, I looked at him in disbelief, but deep down, I was also laughing at the absurd idea.

How could he be so greedy?

'He already has a lover, and yet he wants to be important to me?'