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.

topic, "Let's talk about the factory in the southern district then. The one you

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

know why," I said

didn't beat around the bush

me first? Why didn't

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 in for

"Arianna, you

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

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

mean Austin could be, so I wasn't bothered by his

a conclusion, there was nothing

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

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

ultrasound image were attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I

always been cautious. I wondered why she made such a simple