My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I realized that his body had gone stiff. Before he could say anything, I continued, "When I married you, I thought that you were perfect. You were the prince charming in every girl's dream. I felt blessed when I married you. I cherished our marriage. I accepted whatever came my way regarding your relationship with Andrea. I thought that as long as I continued staying with you for a long time, you could see how good I am and you would stop treating me like this. However, it's been three years."

"Yes, you are no longer cold to me. But Hendrix, let's think about this carefully. Though you are no longer cold to me, the way you treat me is more terrible than indifference. I am exhausted. When I think of you now, all I feel is the urge to escape. My love for you is not enough for me to want to continue being married to you. So, I'm sorry."

The air was filled with coldness, but he didn't speak. A long, dead silence ensued.

After a long while, he finally spoke up and asked me in a low and muffled voice, "What can I do to make you stay?"

His question caught me off guard, and suddenly, I felt tongue tied.

Seeing that I was silent, he turned me over to face him. "Arianna, I'm working very hard to manage this marriage. Tell me, what is it that you want?"

We gazed at each other, but my mind and body were weary. I closed my eyes and didn't want to talk any more.

Yes, it seemed that I was the problem and I did struggle with mental health issues, but I couldn't tell him what was wrong with me. I just could no longer cope with how we always fought over the tiniest and pettiest matters.

to solve the

"Hendrix, I..."

family's affairs, but don't get yourself stuck in it. As for other things, you can do whatever you want. Arianna, just stay with me and live happily

that he could talk this calmly to me. His tone indicated that he was pleading and

thoughts about the matter since the start. When all I could think of was to escape,

Perhaps it was because I had something on my mind, or because I was drowning in a

woke up, I found Hendrix staring at me

startling. "What's wrong?"

his eyes, looking dejected, "Have

I was confused.

last night and this seemed to have

medicine, I could massage my breast and try to squeeze it to see if it could

tried a few times. But since I hadn't done this before, I was unsuccessful in squeezing

the midst of squeezing my breasts and was at the edge of

my movements were, he hesitated for a few seconds and knitted