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.

the balcony and watched the snow all night. My

knew that they could not live like this, pretending as if nothing had happened. The places where we had been scarred would

in a daze. My phone

a little surprised. Why was he calling

anxious and worried, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Roberts is in the Moore family's yard. Can you...

did Hendrix go to the Moore family's

pause, I asked, "What's

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 his body won't be able

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

I said as I felt the

It seemed that I could not get there by taxi, so I had

when I arrived at the Moore Family's

only the Moore Family villa was brightly lit. Most people were probably

I saw Hendrix who was almost completely buried in the

the Moore Family villa's door. His black coat was already piled up with a thick layer of white snow. It seemed that he had been there for

back. His perseverance enabled him to stay