My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Oblivious to my response, Andrea continued to mock me over the phone, "Miss Reid, if you really want Hendrix to return, I will let him know later. He might go back to you later. But don't wait up. After all, if the dishes are cold, it would not be tasty."

I couldn't take it anymore. I hung up the phone and looked at the dishes on the table. I felt completely ridiculed!

Love?

Trust?

It was all bullsh*t!

I returned to my bedroom, my mind was filled with the sarcastic words Andrea had spoken. It was ridiculous that I thought I didn't care at all. But in reality, my heart ached and I couldn't sleep all night. Lying in bed, my brain could not calm down. My thoughts played back to the painful memories. I recalled how bad he had treated me in the past... And how all the happiness and warmth that I recently felt have all disappeared.

I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel painful cramps from menstruation again. Perhaps it was because I had gotten some

running water while preparing

the reason

to the study and continued

could be heard from downstairs and the lights in the yard lit up once again. My grasp on the book tightened, "Has he come back so soon?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

After sometime, I put down the

gaze towards the kitchen. There at the dining table

dishes were still on the table. He sat

burned in my chest. I felt uncomfortable as waves

had been two hours since Andrea answered the call. Everything that could happen between them, would have already

of your precious health, you shouldn't

and then, there was an

but

"No, these dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat them!" Then, regardless of whether he had started eating or not, I poured all the dishes