My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 153

Less than a year later, Carol decided to stop her chemotherapy because it was causing her too much pain. She passed away shortly after.

After I graduated from college, Hendrix and I got married with Dalton's approval.

In a few sentences, I concluded my past for the twenty- something years in my life. And among those, Aaron was the darkest and most traumatized piece of memory that I could never get rid of.

I hated Aaron, and I would never want to spend even a second with him. I walked away and passed by him, but he suddenly pulled me into his embrace from behind.

"Arianna, now that I've returned, nothing would make me leave again!" he said.

I struggled, but I still couldn't get out of his hold. I frowned and said to him, "Aaron, I don't want to see you. You should already know that the moment you appeared!"

"It's okay. We can take things slowly," he turned me around and looked me in the eyes as he said, "I can give you anything you want."

"Then can you give me back the lives of the Caulfield family?" I asked, "I would have already forgotten about that day if you never showed up. But you just had to. And now that I have recalled everything, I can't promise that I will keep my mouth shut."

He laughed and said with his usual cold tone, "What use does it have if you told the police now? Their bodies were cremated, the police will never find anything. Also, do you think Monique can be safe? She escaped back then, but that doesn't mean I will let her escape again."

"You've already killed her parents!" I was carried away by my emotions, "Aaron, deep down, you know that it's not their fault. Don't you feel guilty in the past few years?"

"Guilty?" He sneered, "They deserved it!"

He leaned towards me, and he smirked, "They ruined my family. Why should I let them have a good life?"

I lowered my gaze and clenched my fists. I forgot just how stubborn Aaron could be. He would never listen to others because, inside, he was terribly messed up.

I swallowed my words and tried to push him away from me. However, the physiological difference in our genders kept me trapped in his hold.