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.

"Let's talk about the factory in the southern

my expression for a while, "I can't believe you found

to know why," I

matter. So, I didn't beat

me first? Why didn't you report to

couldn't figure out from where you found the funds to fill in for the loss. I

"Arianna, you are

said cynically, "You can just tell Hendrix about Advancer Tech.

a pause, he smiled and added, "I admire your work ethic. Don't get me wrong; I still hate you. However,

wasn't news to me how mean Austin could be, so

to a conclusion, there was nothing more

I received a call from Monique. Something was off in her tone. She asked me to

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

attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I asked in confusion, "Eight weeks pregnant? Who's the baby daddy?" I knew Monique would occasionally hook

always been cautious. I wondered why she made