My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Humans were ridiculous. It was wrong to love, it was wrong not to love.

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"All it took was that simple phrase to end everything between us?" He said in a very soft, emotionless voice.

I stopped in my tracks even though I did not look back.

"Arianna, if you really hate me, are you willing to let me go just like that? The best revenge in the world is to make one suffer a living death. Are you trying to get your revenge or are you letting things go by divorcing me?"

I didn't know what made Hendrix, such a noble man, say such words. I looked back at him.

With a slight frown, I said, "Hendrix, you know I won't fall for these words!"

He looked up, and his eyes were fierce. "The resentment in your heart can only be eased by going back with me."

"Aren't you afraid that I will stab you to death in the middle of the night?" In the past, I would not, things were different now. If I hated someone enough, even killing wouldn't do much in dissippating the hate. He pressed his lips together, and his eyes flickered. "I'll wait and see!"

I looked up and saw that the lights in the room had already been turned on. Irvin's tall figure was standing by the French window.

see his expression clearly. I could imagine how he looked

I was doing. He frowned,

and said calmly, "Hendrix,

"What is it?"

I want you to dissociate yourself from Andrea. And you are not allowed to question me no matter what I do in the future!" He frowned

continued, "I'll

At the front door.

waiting by the door with his arms crossed. He looked at

nodded as I bent down to change my shoes. "Since I've already said that I'll walk out of this pain myself, there's no point for me to hide

worried that someone will talk about us and

mother's concern was not misplaced," I said with a frown, feeling that his words were a

was good in every way, but he couldn't be so selfish. Hendrix alone was already making me suffer enough. If Irvin were to intervene, I wouldn't

sullen face, I looked up at him and said, "Thank you for the past few months, but I can't continue pretending

be a reason for someone to treat another person so kindly. I was not a fool; I knew what Irvin's kindness meant. Sometimes I wanted

have the right to

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