My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"And?" Hendrix's face was cold, and his lips curled with distaste. He looked menacing. "You think that you now have choices because Aaron had shown up, right? You want to choose someone who will love and spoil you. So I don't seem to be so important for you, right?"

His words made me feel a surge of anger, and I couldn't help but raise my voice. "Yes! Why is it that you can be with someone who would reciprocate your feelings, but I must be bound with you?"

Hendrix sneered, and the air went chilly. "Arianna, you're too naive. What are you going to do now? Divorce me and go live with Aaron? I'll tell you this. Don't even dream about it! You're now pregnant with my child. Even if you are not, I won't agree to a divorce." "Hendrix, you b*stard!" He never wanted me to have a peaceful day in my life. He would rather constrain me than let me be happy. My grievances and tolerance for such a long time almost broke me down.

I swept the lamps and decorations on the bedside table to the ground, destroying them. "If you can do whatever you want with Andrea, why can't I act at my will? Hendrix, I never wanted this child." Sure enough, people said mean and horrible things when they were angry.

Hendrix's face turned red in rage. He grasped me tightly and his eyes were malicious, "Don't you say it again!"

I glared at him, and I couldn't wait to vent all my grievances on him. "I never wanted this child! Did I make myself clear? I said I don't want this child at all!"

force, "He destroyed my life! I never wanted to give birth to your child. Someone like you

and his eyes were

a smile. "Of course I do. I

knife at the heart. I tried to calm down, "Hendrix, it's okay if you don't want to divorce me. But don't you ever try to interfere in my affairs in the future." He squinted his eyes and struggled

can't I go to Aaron?" I said it

pushed onto the bed. Hendrix came on top of me, and he choked in a hoarse voice, "Go to Aaron? What do you want to do

strength into his hands, and I heard the sound of fabrics getting torn. Sᴇaʀᴄh

sleep, and he had ripped them all apart. He was rude and overbearing. "What did he do to you? Did he touch you here as I did?" With

into his shoulder hard. I was already dry without proper foreplay, so it was even more

you dare!" I bellowed as I clutched