"And?" Hendrix's face was cold, and his lips curled with distaste. He looked menacing. "You think that you now have choices because Aaron had shown up, right? You want to choose someone who will love and spoil you. So I don't seem to be so important for you, right?"
His words made me feel a surge of anger, and I couldn't help but raise my voice. "Yes! Why is it that you can be with someone who would reciprocate your feelings, but I must be bound with you?"
Hendrix sneered, and the air went chilly. "Arianna, you're too naive. What are you going to do now? Divorce me and go live with Aaron? I'll tell you this. Don't even dream about it! You're now pregnant with my child. Even if you are not, I won't agree to a divorce." "Hendrix, you b*stard!" He never wanted me to have a peaceful day in my life. He would rather constrain me than let me be happy. My grievances and tolerance for such a long time almost broke me down.
I swept the lamps and decorations on the bedside table to the ground, destroying them. "If you can do whatever you want with Andrea, why can't I act at my will? Hendrix, I never wanted this child."
Sure enough, people said mean and horrible things when they were angry.
Hendrix's face turned red in rage. He grasped me tightly and his eyes were malicious, "Don't you say it again!"
I glared at him, and I couldn't wait to vent all my grievances on him. "I never wanted this child! Did I make myself clear? I said I don't want this child at all!"
Sobbing, I raised my hand to hit the baby bump at full force, "He destroyed my life! I never wanted to give birth to your child. Someone like you don't deserve it!"
"Arianna!" He called me through his gritted teeth, and his eyes were red from anger. "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Shaking off his hand, I forced a smile. "Of course I do. I know every word by heart!" I screamed in a broken heart.
I was miserable as though I was stabbed by a knife at the heart. I tried to calm down, "Hendrix, it's okay if you don't want to divorce me. But don't you ever try to interfere in my affairs in the future."
He squinted his eyes and struggled to control his rage. "Your affairs?"
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