My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was a cold hard truth everyone should know. Those who did bad things not only wouldn't feel guilty or sad for what they did, but they also would be able to have a good night's sleep. People like Valerie and Andrea would only regret not completely killing off the person they loathed. Taking life away wouldn't make them lose sleep at night. On the contrary, they wouldn't even be bothered and would feel that the person deserved it.

The next day.

In Irvin's office.

Irvin handed me the recording from the night before and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Watching the video of the scenes that I had personally experienced, I felt a dull pain in my chest, and I was bitter with resentment. I shifted my gaze to Irvin and said, "Can you help me to ask Aaron out for a meeting?"

He frowned and asked, "What do you want to see him for?"

Pausing the video and locking the phone screen, I answered without much emotions, "I want to let Andrea see this video unintentionally. Aaron is an expert in IT, and he's the only one I know that can do this. Besides, based on how he feels for me, I don't think he'll ever make peace with the Moore family if he saw this video."

tightly together, and his face darkened, Irvin pointed out, "Arianna, you've changed. You'll do

looked upwards at him and asked, "Are you saying that I'm manipulating Aaron because he

that I'm

sighed softly and said, "I

had once been good-natured and benign, but what happened to me was far too tormenting for

nodded and said, "I'll help you do whatever you want. After all, I'm doing these things willingly. But I hope you won't regret it in

laughed wryly at his words, tears seeping down my

the future, I think I might regret taking advantage of you and Aaron. But I can't do this myself, and I can't think of anyone

softly and said no

Afternoon.

At a cafe.

the first time in two months. His expression changed when I sat down in front of him, and he seemed to feel sorry for me. I couldn't figure out if he felt that because of what I had been through, or that he didn't

two months. I went to you immediately after you called me that night. But I was too late. I only saw the car burning into ash when I arrived. Can you tell me what happened to you that night? How did you lose the baby?" Sometimes, when one kept tragedy to