My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

All of a sudden, I realized that I could not hate Valerie because she was my mother. Hendrix was actually the reason behind all her wrongdoings.

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Andrea was innocent, and so was Valerie and Hendrix.

Everything everyone did was out of love for the people they cared about. In the end, even if everyone emerged from this bruised and scarred, there was no way for them to truly hate each other.

Hendrix still wanted to say something, but I pushed him away. The past should be left alone because once probed, you wouldn't even know who to pin the blame on anymore.

I locked the door of the bedroom to keep the both of us separated.

He stood outside the door and did not say anything. He was unusually silent.

I did not know how to manage the hatred that still simmered in my heart. I began to think that perhaps I was just making a big fuss about

things.

That night, just as predicted by the weather forecast, there was heavy snow in Jarold City.

sat on the balcony and watched the snow all night. My heart began

like this, pretending as if nothing had happened. The places

in a daze. My phone started to vibrate; Evan was

I was a little surprised. Why was he calling

before I could once I answered the phone. He sounded anxious and worried, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Roberts is in the Moore family's yard. Can you... come over and talk to

Why did Hendrix

pause, I asked,

that he would atone for his sins, so he came to the Moore Family villa. It's snowing heavily and he's been there for a few hours. I'm afraid that

what to say. There were memories that should never be brought up, that should never

I'm heading over!" I said as I felt the pain in my

When I stepped out of the villa, it was snowing heavily. It seemed that I could

when I

Family villa was brightly lit. Most

villa's door, as expected, I saw Hendrix who was almost completely buried

door. His black coat was already piled up with a thick

not see his back. His perseverance enabled him to stay