My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix did not answer. On the contrary, he questioned, "Where were you?" His tone was cold and indifferent but there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"I went to the company." I went to the kitchen and added, "I'll cook something for you."

Andrea made a scene in the hospital earlier. He probably did not eat anything. At the thought of that, I felt that I should mind my own business. I was going to leave him anyway; I could not care less if he died of hunger.

Even so, we were married for two years. Even if I were to leave, we did not have to tear each other into pieces. We should end things nicely and leave some beautiful memories.

After boiling the water, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I look over my shoulder out of reflex. Immediately, I met Hendrix's icy gaze.

cold or disgusted when he stared at me. Yet, he was too complicated for me to read at the moment. I did not know how to react and I

cooked instant noodles for him. I put the bowl of noodles on the dining table and said, "The fridge is empty and there are only eggs,

to go upstairs to shower but he suddenly asked, "We should

if we can't, we've tolerated it for two years, right?" "Hendrix, let's divorce." I took out the divorce papers I signed and placed them in front of him. I continued bitterly, "I signed it. You should have a look. We should settle everything with the lawyer."

head upstairs. That was probably the last time we would talk to each other in

with anger and I could tell that he was going to explode with rage. I knew that he was fuming but I did not turn around. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling in my

pain. "What are you trying to do? File a divorce? And get rid of the child? You're leaving just like that?" "What else?" I stared at him. I tried so hard to fight back my tears but

eyes darkened and looked so cold as if it was covered with