My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Her face was ashen; it seemed like she did remember. She was quiet, so I carried on talking, "Everything he used to have was either black or white. His house, his cars, his clothes, and even his underwear were all black."

"Three years ago, I renovated the Ucrebury villa. You said that he decorated it based on what you liked. That villa was black and white. Don't you feel depressed living in it? Look at the villa now. It's bright and warm. This is how a home should look and feel like. When I came back from Hovell, he held me in his arms and told me he continued living here for four years when I was gone because he could feel my presence here which helped him sleep."

"Arianna, you're shameless!" Her eyes were red as she jeered.

I was amused and added, "Shameless?" I pointed to the kitchen and said with a faint smile, "Do you know how gentle his eyes were whenever he looked back at me while he was cooking? Do you know what he said to me while he waited for the soup to boil?"

her composure calm. Her face twisted

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years like a pest, pushing my buttons over and over again. Aren't you the shameless one? Take a good look at this bed. This is where we cuddled and slept together at night. In this bed, I saw his tenderness. When we were intimate with one another, he would lay on top of me, telling me that he wanted

I held her down. I forced her to look at everything in the room. With a finger pointed at the closet, I said, "Look at all the clothes and jewelry in the closet. He personally picked them out for me. He invested in hundreds of jewelry stores at a

how she was on the verge of collapsing from

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