My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

In the café.

Soft music was playing in the background. After ordering a fruit juice for himself, Austin looked at me with annoyance in his eyes, "What do you want from me?"

"Do you hate me because of Andrea or because of something else?" I asked casually.

He laughed, "You want to meet me just to talk about this?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I'm just asking."

Discouraged by his response, I went ahead and said, "People shouldn't dwell on the past. Hendrix and I are married, and we have settled down. I know you like Andrea, so why don't you confess your love for her?"

"Are you done?" He frowned, visibly frustrated at me, "Arianna, just who do you think you are? Do you really think that we will live our lives the way you want us to?"

I lowered my gaze and stopped talking.

shifted my topic, "Let's talk about the factory in the southern

and only started speaking after looking at my expression for a while,

to know why," I said

business-related matter. So, I didn't beat around the bush

first? Why

six months. Naturally, I'd come to you when I couldn't figure out from where you found the funds to fill in for the loss. I believe that you didn't

"Arianna, you

said cynically, "You can just tell

get me wrong; I still hate you. However, I must admit

could be, so I wasn't bothered by his

things had come to a conclusion, there was nothing more to discuss. So, I

from Monique. Something was off in her tone. She asked me to meet her at

helpless and out of touch. She was holding something that looked like medical records in her hand. Instantly, I knew that things didn't seem right, so

result and an ultrasound image were attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I asked in confusion, "Eight

wondered why she made such a