My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As I thought of what happened during our meal the evening before, I muttered to myself, "Irvin doesn't seem to like Hendrix and his son."

"Haha... It'd be strange if he did," Freya said, laughing.

"What did you say?" I asked, not understanding what she meant by that.

"Nothing," she replied, changing the subject, "What do you think of his son?"

"He's a very interesting boy," I quipped. Thinking of Wynn, I could not help but squint my eyes and chuckle. "He even called me his mom in the past." Freya's expression turned serious in an instant. She looked at me gravely and said, "You are his mother."

Silence overtook the room.

It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

It took a long time before I came to my senses. I opened my mouth and stammered, "Freya... you can't joke about this sort of thing."

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She seemed to have expected my reaction as she collected her composure and added genuinely, "I swear, everything I said is true."

heart finally began to waver and tip

was just struggling to process this bizarre news that completely knocked the wind out of me. Hendrix had never even declared the identity of Wynn's mother to the public. How could it be

Hendrix and I?

truth, then why would I be engaged

that Irvin had been lying all

to ease the trembling nerves within. "In other words, Hendrix

two had never separated. Even when you did, it was to deceive

my cup onto the ashtray on the

wiped it hurriedly, but I gradually stopped. "I know you

sentence, a woman's

"Arianna?"

of high heels against the ground, I turned my head and

at me as if

bad luck! Who let her in?" Frey a

said that, the woman was already standing in front of me.. Her face, which was covered thick makeup, had hatred painted squarely across it. Due to the proximity

between us, everything seemed