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.

was never good at persuading someone, so I shifted my topic, "Let's talk about the factory in the southern district then. The one you decided to shut it down on your

started speaking after looking at my expression for a while,

to know

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

come to me first? Why didn't you report to

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

sneered, "Arianna, you are this

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

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

to me how mean Austin could

come to a conclusion, there was nothing more

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

there alone, looking helpless and out of touch. She was holding something that looked

recorded date, I

had always been cautious. I wondered why she made