My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2012

He made me feel that telling the truth was the most difficult thing in the world.

My long-suppressed emotions finally broke through. I pounced on Hendrix like a mad woman and punched him in the chest over and over again.

"In these past six years, you simply stood by and did nothing, while you let your family destroy every shred of proof about the woman who gave birth to your children!"

"I've always believed that love was eternal. After going through so much, I still love you and have always been by your side. What about you? Do you still remember what you said when you found me again? 'Not all women are suited for me.1 So to you, I've always been unworthy of you?"

"You've known all along that I really am Arianna, haven't you? You're also the one who tampered with the DNA report. You wanted to turn me into another person, so that I could forget about the past and continue to be by your side. Is this what your plan is? You fickle, selfish man!!!"

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All that screaming failed to ease my surging emotions. I had lost it. I used up every last

bit of my strength and bit down on Hendrix's shoulder, as hard as I could.

I felt as though all of those accumulated emotions had evaporated from my body.

After some time, my body had lost all of its strength. My legs went limp and I fell to the ground.

Then a pair of large hands caught me and held me in a very familiar embrace.

I struggled, but I could never overpower him.

As soon as I looked up, my eyes met his. His eyes were a mixture of rage and quiet sadness from within, he looked like a wounded wolf.

After staring at me for a moment, he then moved his face closer to mine. He got closer and closer until our lips met.

At this moment, I clung on to the last shred of sanity I had, broke free from his embrace and grabbed his arm. I looked at him seriously. "Are you able to make a decision?"

He had to decide between me or the Marshall family.

It's not that I couldn't tolerate the Marshall family, but after having survived so many of their schemes and traps, it was clear that every single day of my life would be another day of torture from the Marshall family.

How difficult and painful it is to hurt yourself.

Hendrix appeared indifferent on the surface, but he valued family above all else. I believed that he had much more ruthless ways to solve things with the Marshall family six years ago, but he was hesitating. He was so hesitant that we had missed the chance to do so and finally fell into their trap.

I have been so merciful to him and offered him more than enough chances to make things right. It was time to face the past.

For the past six years, we waited.

We endured everything in hopes that

the Marshall family would eventually stop out of good conscience. However, I had had enough. People that didn't deserve to be family, would never be worthy to be treated as family.

Only those who had died truly understood what it meant to be in peace.

I loved Hendrix, but I didn't want to be controlled like a chess piece by his so-called family that knew nothing about boundaries.

"Hendrix, if I forced you to go against

the Marshall family like I did in the

past few days, would you still be willing to continue to be the arbitrarily manipulated son-in-law?" I spoke as tears fell from my eyes. This was my last struggle to fight for our love that had lasted for over ten years.