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.

about the factory in the southern district then. The one you decided to shut it down

started speaking after looking at my expression for a while, "I

to know why," I said

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

me first? Why didn't you

the table and explained, "You were in charge of Advancer Tech, and its factory had been shut down for six months. Naturally, I'd come to you when I couldn't figure out from where you found the funds to fill

"Arianna, you

can just tell Hendrix

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

could be, so I wasn't bothered by

a conclusion, there was nothing more to

a call from Monique. Something was off in her tone. She

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

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 Monique would occasionally hook

wondered why she made