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.

stared at me. Yet, he was too

did not speak. I assumed that he did not want to talk to me. Therefore, I simply kept my mouth shut and cooked instant noodles for him.

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

aback. There was a sharp pain in my chest. I would usually keep silent but strangely, my eyes were a little red. I stared at him and retorted, "Even 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

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

explode with rage. I knew that he was

to fly off the hand. He tightened his grip and my hand was numb from the 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 they rolled down my cheeks. "What else can I do? Hendrix, you always wanted me to sign the papers and

and looked so cold as if