My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I frowned as I couldn't really understand what she meant.

What did she mean by that? He actually recognized me but refused to acknowledge it?

I thought to myself, who else could take care of their children better than their own mother?

Freya's face turned serious as she said, "It's complicated. I can't explain it clearly in such a short time. I'll need to get back and investigate this."

I wasn't really sure about what was happening, so I just grunted in response.

After thinking about this for a while, I pressed on, "What about the death certificate that Hendrix mentioned earlier? Who was I before?"

The hunch I had moments ago proved to be true. Rather than saying that Hendrix didn't believe that his wife was still alive, it was more likely that he wasn't willing to admit that he even had such a wife.

I felt a little muddled in the head as I gazed at Frey a with a conflicted look on my face. "In fact, it's possible that you're mistaken. You've seen it, too. Maybe his ex-wife and I just have a similar sounding name and similar features."

unable to distinguish the truth, or if

life. Then what difference was it compared to

didn't have the courage nor energy to listen to her. I raised my hand and stopped her before she could say anything. I said, "Forget it, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired, I want

bad mood and Freya could tell. She stopped forcing

the urge to find Irvin. So I asked Freya to drop me off

wasn't difficult to locate

entered the lobby, the receptionist greeted us warmly, "Welcome,

looking around the

access chapters of novels

my consciousness, I have yet to visit Irvin's company. There were many

receptionist heard this,

an odd tone,

of friends. Not everyone has the luxury to meet

when I have news."

well, it was pretty challenging to find any