My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was on the verge of breaking down. So, I pushed Nerissa's hand away and rushed towards the main gate of the neighborhood without a word.

Shocked, Nerissa called me and wanted to chase after me, but Irvin held her back. He bellowed, "Enough! Hasn't you done her enough harm? The baby suffocated to death two months ago! On the night Hendrix and Andrea got engaged. Where were you back then? Where was he when Arianna was trapped in the warehouse, struggling to give birth? The child is dead, and a part of Arianna died with him. She has turned over a new leaf now, and she has nothing to do with Roberts."

I stopped walking. Standing still in a daze, I stared at Hendrix. He was standing not far away from me, looking at me with bloodshot eyes, his agony visible in the dim night.

Irvin's angry voice roared from behind me, "Go back and tell Hendrix to stay away from her. Or I don't mind teaching him a lesson every time I see him."

Hendrix started to move, walking towards me while his eyes locked on mine. I couldn't escape. My muscles were tensed, and my heart felt like it was torn apart. I began trembling.

"What happened to our child?" Hendrix asked, keeping his voice extremely low with emotions beyond description.

My mouth fell open, but I couldn't say a word.

saw Hendrix too. His anger rose, evident on his face, "The child has died. He suffocated to death because he couldn't come out of her body. Hendrix, are you satisfied now?" "Shut up!" Hendrix growled. He was furious, but he tried to suppress his anger. Looking at me with his bloodshot eyes, he asked, stressing every word, "Arianna, I want you to tell me.

wanted to answer him, but the pain I felt stopped me from

took a deep breath and replied to him, "He's dead." And it killed me to say these two

stand steadily. He looked at me, the lights

hit me.

used to tell me that we shouldn't always cry. There was nothing to cry about over only a cut or

affected by emotions,

to bottle up my feelings that day. However, it wasn't a pleasant experience. My head started to spin. Realizing that something was amiss, I reached out

eyes darkened. He

me a tablet. He tucked me in and comforted me, "You know, they aren't blaming you. They just didn't know what you have gone

him, letting

full of

as I cried. I didn't know how long had passed, but I couldn't fall asleep. At two in the late night, someone called Irvin to tell him that Yohannes had a medical emergency, and he