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.

persuading someone, so I shifted my topic, "Let's talk about the factory in the southern district then. The one you decided to

and only started speaking after looking at my expression for a while, "I can't believe you found

know why," I said

was a business-related matter. So, I didn't beat

to me first? Why

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

sneered, "Arianna, you are this

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

your work ethic. Don't get me wrong; I still hate you. However,

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

conclusion, there was nothing more

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

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 didn't seem right, so I walked

the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I

I wondered why she made such a simple