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.

talk about the factory in the southern district then. The one you decided

expression for a while, "I can't

know why,"

I didn't beat around the bush and

me first? Why didn't you

come to you when I couldn't figure out from where you found the funds to

sneered, "Arianna, you

and said cynically, "You can just tell Hendrix about Advancer Tech. He probably already figured it out

your work ethic. Don't get me wrong;

mean Austin could be, so I wasn't

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

I got out of the café, I received a call from Monique. Something was off in her tone. She asked me to meet her at the

parked my car at the hospital's parking lot, and I saw her sitting in the lobby in just a glimpse of an eye. Monique was sitting there alone, looking helpless and out of touch. She was holding something that looked like medical records in her hand. Instantly, I knew that things

and an ultrasound image were attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I asked in confusion, "Eight weeks pregnant? Who's the baby daddy?" I knew

I wondered why