My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You heard me. Hendrix isn't going anywhere and will be staying at home. Achieve your ambitions on your own. Don't even think about using my man."

The estrangement between Hendrix and myself was an internal dispute that we would settle ourselves. When faced with outsiders, showing weakness was equal to admitting defeat and I had never tasted that before.

Jordan frowned. He looked disgusted at me. He probably hadn't taken into account the shrewd side of me.

But he soon adjusted himself and put on a faint smile, making me feel uneasy.

"Arianna, why are you doing this? You know I would never harm you."

I sneered, "Good. I'm very interested to see if you even could if you had to."

Jordan was much too good with words and he looked confident that he would win. He gave people a feeling that every word he said was more powerful than a god's.

I however, didn't believe in God.

I had lived up to my conscience and had never relied on anything to alleviate my guilt. I was immune to Jordan's threats.

that Hendrix was mentally

then intertwined my hand with Hendrix's tightly. Afraid that Jordan couldn't see this clearly, I deliberately lifted up our hands to show him our determination and that we would

be a challenge. As long as our

first time I've ever seen a look of undisguised anger on his

his dark eyes, then took out his phone

I would finally see the culprit who had

Was this a coincidence?

walked through the door, she stood in front of us. To be more

me to talk to your wife about your past?" Andrea looked

and left, saying, "I'll give you

say this. It was

could feel his grip tightening on my

sweaty person. But in the short span of a minute, he

of them told me that Hendrix had suddenly realized that he was in love with Andrea or

tell me the