My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I could not remember what happened. The only thing I remembered was that I lost consciousness after getting off the car on the highway. Hendrix looked at me, and his eyes were red in veins. After a while, he took a deep breath to suppress all his emotions.

He walked towards me, said in a low and hoarse voice, "I believe in you!"

He got down by my side, covering my body with his jacket. He saw the used condom on the floor.

My heart pain as I looked at him. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I could not say a word.

His lips pursed as he wiped my tears away. "Don't cry, let's go home!"

He carried me in his arms. He was firm and certain in his movement.

It felt like an eternity despite just after a few minutes of walking. Media and reporters have already surrounded the hotel.

It was obvious that I had fallen into a trap.

The reporters marched forwards, but they were stopped by Hendrix but one die-hard reporter asked, " Mrs. Roberts, is it true that you had committed adultery with a man other than your husband? Are you having matrimonial difficulties with Mr. Robert?"

an agonizing

at the reporters in front

he kicked the reporters surrounding him. There might have been a riot if it

me into the car. He pursed his lips and said directly to the

as soon as it stopped at Flora Hill. I

I fell and hit my knee hard on the ground. The

were footsteps hurried behind me. I held on to the pain

screamed my lungs out. There was

my teeth and got up from the ground. I took a deep breath, suppressed

straight into the bathroom and began to frantically rub my

I felt really sick as I did not even

hotel and had to see

on the door, "Arianna, stopped washing.

so much that I could not say a word. I thought I was finally living a happy life, leaving behind bad circumstances. Sᴇaʀch

everything that I should have. My life