My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good for the both of us?" His dark eyes were filled with icy coldness, and he smiled sarcastically. "You mean good for you, no? You thought he was already dead, but when you suddenly saw him again, your heart, which had initially accepted that he was gone, was finally moved again. What you have buried in your heart is not guilt, but regret. Now that you've seen him, your heart is moved."

He sneered. "My responsibility toward Andrea? Ridiculous. While I was trying to make you feel secured, Arianna, you were busy thinking about how to get rid of me instead."

I didn't refute his harsh words. No matter what he said, it was useless to say anything now.

I glared at him indifferently. Compared to his rage, I was exceptionally calm. "Hendrix, let's just take care of ourselves!"

I didn't want to argue. At this point, I didn't even know how to argue with him. I couldn't tell whether I was wrong or he was being too calculative.

That's why I decided against quarrelling with him. Carol mentioned that if two people fell in love with each other, no matter how big of a disagreement they had, they could work it out. Perhaps we didn't love each other enough, so we couldn't.

I turned around to leave, but he immediately pulled me back. He pressed me against the table and kissed me to vent his anger and frustration.

His aggressive and overbearing attitude made me resist him from the bottom of my heart. I turned my head to avoid him and raised my hand in an attempt to push him away.

But how could my strength be compared to his? To him, I probably had the strength of a mosquito. He grabbed my waist with one hand, hurting me a little with how hard he was grabbing me.

the back of my head, forcing me into going along with

hand and wanted to push him away, but I was harshly bitten by him. A piercing pain shot through my

go of me.

out a cold sneer, "We're husband and wife, why can't we be intimate with each other? Is it because you don't want to be with me, and you want to be with Irvin instead? A dead person is worth so much o

a wave of nausea and pain in my heart

doing. His facial expression looked like the gathering of clouds before a hurricane. The

he would hit me, or shove me to the ground

jaw, then bit down on my lips cruelly.

don't want to. I don't even want to think about it.

"When have you ever thought about it? When have you ever

it was about to short-circuit, a wave of pain spread through

resist. I

ran circles around my head. Why did we end up like this? Was it due to the lack of love? Was that why he could ruin me so

I focused my gaze on him,

They looked like a bottomless abyss, and all I saw was

with desolation