My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He seemed overly calm, and I could not figure out what he was thinking.

After some hesitation, I said, "Hendrix, I'm still your wife before we divorce."

"Heh!" He sneered. "So you are aware that you're my wife.'1

At this moment, I knew that he was unhappy with the scandal. I softened my voice, "Hendrix, I have nothing to do with Sawyer. It's just a groundless accusation made by the paparazzi. You, of all people, should know better.1'

"So?" He stood up, his voice dripped in coldness. "Arianna, do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you're pregnant?"

I could not stand his iciness anymore. He clearly knew about my relationship with Sawyer, but he still ridiculed me just because he did not like me.

do whatever I want? Well, what about you and Andrea? I'm afraid the things you've done with her in the past two years are even

tracks, and I continued, "If it wasn't for the miscarriage, Andrea would be the one standing here in this room, wouldn't she? I'm afraid I wouldn't even be qualified to speak to you."

afraid of his demeanor as I was before. My eyes turned red and swelled up, tears seeping down my cheeks before he could speak. "Why are you glaring at me? Isn't what I said the truth? I'm legally your wife, but all I've been doing is making compromises and waiting for you to come home. What have

I continued, "I'm human too. I'm allowed to have emotions. Hendrix, someone deliberately set

Roberts Mansion and turn the rumor into a fact? Or do you think that

his displeasure was shown in his clipped

bit my lips and replied defiantly, "You

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far away, smiled and called to us. "The meal is ready. Come

sat me down at the dining table, brought me a plate and a set of cutlery, then