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."

point, my heart finally began to waver and tip over like a scale overweight on one

never beat around the bush. I was just struggling to process this bizarre news that completely knocked the wind

Hendrix and I?

that was the truth, then why would

Irvin had been lying

held onto the cup to ease the trembling nerves within. "In

in the past. In fact, you two had never separated. Even when you did, it was to deceive others, but

had accidentally knocked over my cup onto the ashtray on the

know you don't have a reason to lie to me, but accepting

sentence, a woman's

"Arianna?"

heels against the ground, I turned my head and saw a charming beauty approaching me

as if

such bad luck! Who let her in?" Frey

time Frey a said that, the woman was already standing in front of me.. Her face, which was covered thick makeup,

between us, everything seemed