My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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I held my tongue, suppressing the frustration I felt. But I still couldn't ignore my heartache. After a moment of recomposing myself, I raised my eyes to meet him, and I asked, "Hendrix, do you hate me?"

He frowned. Perhaps it was because I had calmed down too quickly, or that my question was too childish. He asked in return, "Why would I?"

I sat up to lean on the bed frame. "You were going to marry Andrea, but your life with her was disrupted by my sudden appearance. I shouldn't have listened to Grandpa and married you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to break up with Andrea."

I looked away from his gloomy face and continued, "I know you're going to divorce me earlier if it weren't for the baby. After all, you didn't love me."

I drew a deep breath and shifted my gaze back to him. "I'll leave after giving birth to the baby. Don't worry, I'm not going to give you a hard time. I've already signed the divorce paper."

that he was in a rage, but he was controlling his temper. "Arianna, you think that everything is about you, don't you? You think that I have to be with you all the time to be considered as contributing to our marriage, am I right? I thought I had made it clear that I never loved Andrea, and I

thought about the divorce documents in his drawer, and I refused to answer him. Seeing that, he sighed in distress and continued, "You're already seven months pregnant but you still left without bringing anything with you. You've only been in the city for less

funny. "You said you've never loved Andrea, did you?" I looked right into his eyes and retorted, speaking very clearly, "If you've never loved her, why did you sleep with her? How was she pregnant with your baby? Why would you risk your life several times for her? Hendrix, if this isn't

he wasn't planning to sleep in a separate room with me, I didn't want to be in a room

asked, "Where are

pushed him away and left the

down the stairs to put distance between us. I heard him calling

in black were guarding at the door to block my way. Hendrix caught up to me and grabbed me. "You're not in Ucrebury. Where do you think you can go?" "Go to hell!" I blurted out without thinking in

amused at my comeback. Although he was still mad at me, he was hand-tied. "Arianna, you

think that I would be able to