My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was still afraid. I didn't stay in the parking lot for too long. I started the car immediately and went back to the villa.

Thoughts clouded my mind.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw that Hendrix was looking through documents. I couldn't help but think of what I had heard just a while ago.

"Ugh..." I ran directly into the bathroom before I could even change into the indoor slippers. I braced myself at the sink and retched. Nevertheless, I had already vomited a lot 2 hours ago and could no longer force anything out of my stomach.

"What did you eat?" Hendrix asked from behind me.

Hearing his voice, I trembled all over and my stomach felt upset. He stepped forward and tried to help me catch my breath, but the voices inside my head made me churn. I looked up all of a sudden and shoved him away.

Ignoring his displeased expression, I dashed up to the second floor.

I locked the door from the inside, only to catch a whiff of a disgusting smell in the bedroom. I quickly opened all the windows and changed the bedsheet.

"Knock, knock..." There was a hurried knock on the door. "Arianna, open the door!" Hendrix warned indifferently, his tone chilly and threatening.

At this moment, my mind was filled with the voices he and Andrea had made while making love. My stomach and heart felt absolutely terrible, and I chose to mentally block out all the sounds coming from outside the door.

I desperately tried to remove all his scents that lingered in the bedroom. After cleaning up, the smell on my body grew unbearable, so I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I turned the showerhead on, desperate to wash away all the places he had touched before.

"Bang!" A loud sound thundered from outside. I curled up in the bathroom and locked the door tightly. I knew that Hendrix had countless ways to enter if he wanted to.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before he busted the door open. His voice was rough and cold as he questioned, "Arianna, what are you doing?"

He stood at the bathroom door, visibly agitated by my behavior.

I pressed against the door, refusing to even listen to him. I sobbed, "Hendrix, I don't want to see you. Please, I beg you to stay away from me!"

Yes, it was disgusting, it truly was. If I didn't hear their voices, I could have acted as if nothing had happened. However, I could no longer do so now. I kept persuading myself to not think about him and Andrea together, but the sounds kept incessantly replaying themselves in my head.

"Arianna, open the door. Let's talk it out!" His voice was eerily calm, as though the calm before the storm.

I shook my head. My heart and stomach still felt terrible as I repeated, "We have nothing to talk about. Please stay away from me!"

"Arianna!" He gnashed his teeth and threatened, "Don't challenge me."

I was on the verge of breaking down. I yelled at the door hysterically, "I told you to stay away from me! Stay away! Can't you hear me?"

"Bang!" He hit the bathroom door with a force so large that it came off the hinges. I was so shocked that I quickly stepped back.

He smashed open the bathroom door with sheer force. Then, he stormed inside and leaned over me, his large shadow engulfing me in darkness. I could detect the violent aura he exuded as he glared at me curling up beside the bathtub.

"Arianna, you..." Seeing that I was shaking all over and staring at him in detestation, his anger dissipated a little.

After a long time, he crouched down beside me and slowly reached out towards me, his bony fingers threatening to come into contact with my bare skin.

I was petrified and rejected his touch, so I blurted instinctively, "Don't touch me!"

His hand froze, the coldness between his eyebrows dyed the surrounding air. He said slowly, "Tell me, what happened?"

"Hendrix, let's get a divorce! Please? I don't want anything from you, as long as you agree to divorce me!" I replied, my voice already weak from crying.