Rhett hated Ashley Wilkes.

He hated him from the very day when he accidentally heard how boldly and wilfully you confessed your love to this gentleman... — barbecue at Twelve Oaks, it was so long ago that it doesn't seem true, because so much time has passed since then and now you are Rhett's legitimate wife, now you are Mrs. Butler and you You're carrying his child... his blood and flesh live in you, but you... you're living thoughts of Ashley.

But the worst part of this story is that Rhett knew exactly how much Ashley Wilkes cared about you.Ashley was married to Melanie Hamilton, but he continued to rush between two fires.

Rhett Butler is a confirmed bachelor, a man who has been ruled by the impulse and passion for adventure all his life, settled down for you, married you, provided you with all the riches, caressed, loved, praised and cherished…

And you... can't you at least pretend that you cherish it, that you need it all?..

Rhett found a photo of Ashley Wilkes in your dresser today. He spent the whole evening drinking whiskey, and when you deigned to appear on the doorstep of the house, he called you to his office.

Rhett's first thought was to punish you, to hurt you, to hurt you unbearably, like he's hurting himself right now. Rhett would never physically hurt you—he couldn't bring himself to, but he could shame and humiliate you.

When you walked into the office, Rhett was sitting at his mahogany desk, twirling a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand and didn't even look at you.

There was a photo of Ashley on the table, the one Rhett found in your dresser.

—Rhett?". You realized that he was angry, but Rhett had never been so cold towards you before.

— Today you will go to the reception in this dress. Rhett nodded towards the sofa, on which a defiant, even vulgar dark red dress was laid out

— What are you talking about?!. I won't go in this. you objected

—Are you going... in that dress... to the... damn... Wilkes house! said Rhett, his gaze was now fixed on you, and it was cruel.