My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He suddenly stopped. His dark eyes peered at me intently, thoughtful and unpredictable, "So, in your opinion, the reason why I have been looking for you at all costs and carefully approaching you is that I am not used to losing?"

I knew I had hurt him with my words, I lowered my gaze and refused to look at him any further.

He pinched my chin and tilted it up, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was firm and his voice was deep, "Why are you avoiding me? Just tell me. What are you afraid of?" Seeing that I didn't want to answer, he sneered, "Why? Do you feel guilty because of your own words?"

"Hendrix, what do you want from me?" I was on the edge of a breakdown, "Don't you know why I pushed you away? Because of you, I can never have a baby anymore. It's all because of you. Since I was young I wished to have my parents' love. I was envious of other girls who rode on their fathers' shoulders. You have ruined all my hopes to be a mother. Isn't this enough?"

He was stunned by my frank words. I sobbed, "You know that I love you, but so what? I could have given birth and raised my children like other women, but because of your selfishness, I suffered like I was in hell. You made me lose my child and caused me to lose the chance of becoming a mother forever. Because of you, I cannot face my own parents. You let us fight each other and become enemies. Are these reasons not enough for me to leave you?"

He stared at me. His eyes were like icebergs, frozen and emotionless, without a single speck of warmth.

be able to forgive each other. You think we can still live together and become an enviable couple. Ask yourself, Hendrix, can we really

to let go of my past. I've tried to forget the hurt. I once thought that when I could become pregnant with another child, everything

the rest of my life, I would never be able

of mother and child, I would break down and the resentment in my heart swallowed me whole. I would never

chose

long time, he got up, walked to pick up

of clothes." After hanging

bathroom. Someone knocked on the door

with two bags in his hand. He didn't hide from me and put on his clothes in front of the bed

and dejected, "Your clothes are here. From now on, I will not

the bag on the bedside table, took his cell phone and car keys then turned to