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."

and tip over like

struggling to process this bizarre news that completely knocked the wind out of

Hendrix and I?

was the truth, then why would I be engaged

mean to say that Irvin had been lying all

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

was to deceive others, but the truth was, the both of you loved each other deeply." "Ding!" A sound

in my thoughts that I had accidentally knocked over my cup onto the ashtray on the table. The coffee

of napkin and wiped it hurriedly, but I gradually stopped. "I know you don't have a reason to lie to me, but accepting this news

my sentence, a woman's voice interrupted

"Arianna?"

heels against the ground, I turned my head

stared at me as if I was her

such bad luck! Who let her in?"

of me.. Her face, which was covered thick makeup, had hatred painted

between us, everything seemed