My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I picked up my hot cocoa and took a sip. I simply told her everything. "Freya, in fact, I ran into Zachary while he was shopping with that woman. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to accept it, so I kept it a secret and didn't say anything. I'm sorry."

Freya looked up at me with an indifferent expression. "No wonder Emma has been avoiding me recently."

I was a little embarrassed and explained, "Well, you see, Emma couldn't hide things, so she had to..."

"Forget it," Freya said as she waved her hand to dismiss the matter. "Tell her that she doesn't have to try so hard to find an excuse to avoid me now. Everything's settled."

"You really don't blame us?" Although I knew her character, I was still not sure.

Freya let out a long sigh. She put down the coffee cup in her hand and looked at me with a serious and calm expression. "Actually, you can tell me directly. There's no need to bother. I already know about Zachary and that woman." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

was that she knew even before the

that she would have realized if there was something fishy about him. Moreover, you couldn't fake love.

of the window. Her eyes were shallow and her expression was sorrowful and cold. "I hate betrayal the most, but it just so happened that I was the product of my father's betrayal of his family. Perhaps

can you blame yourself?" I felt uncomfortable. My chest felt stuffy,

also made concessions. Since Zachary has

haven't met

them. Do you think everyone has such good luck?" She paused, and her expression became more serious.

I would've definitely said that she was making a fuss. But after experiencing so much, I felt that Freya was thinking

within the framework of life. Of course, this premise was under the assumption