My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Isn't that your employee's job?"

I placed a grape into my mouth and chewed it as I said this..

"You're such a workaholic. You do everything by yourself, twenty-four hours a day isn't enough for you. As Freya said, money makes money. There is no end to earning money. With our current assets, we won' have to worry about food and clothing, we can simply rely on our dividends."

"Don't forget, you said you'd stay by my side for the rest of our lives. You told me you'd take care of me and protect me. If this continues, you'll be gone long before me."

That would be much too cruel.

I suddenly remembered a summer from my childhood. My grandmother would hold me in her arms in the garden every night. She would tell the same story about Mr. Edward and about a woman who was their neighbor over and over again.

They hadn't met before they got married. When the time came, they held their wedding. Afte their marriage, they quarreled a lot. Mr. Edward had always complained about Madam Petty's figure, saying that she was

believed that men were the pillars of their families. But Mr. Edward's death gave everyone a wake-up call. We live in a very big world. Even if men are more capable than women,

then and didn't understand what this meant. All I knew was that people would leave when

now, after becoming a wife myself, I finally understood the relationship between a husband and wife. Marriage was what tied them together as a

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but no one could stop him from being stubborn. Even if I told him about it directly, he. would find an excuse to justify¶t. I could only use roundabout ways to remind him

that I wanted him to be with me until the very

the first half of my life, and that it might pass in the blink of an eye,, every time Hendrix held back from me, I'd end up thinking that I'd have

I felt the

my days were, they would still