My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 309

Hendrix noticed the scars on my palm, and he frowned, "How did you get these?"

I laughed, but it wasn't any better than crying. Looking at Andrea, I sniffled, "How? Maybe you could ask your dearest Miss Burton."

When I turned back to Hendrix, I was already calm enough to continue, "Hendrix, do you want to know how the baby died? I'll tell you now. He tried so hard to come out from me that night, but he couldn't."

Hendrix's face distorted in pain. Looking at him, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't have suffered the pain alone. I added, "Do you know how many times I had called you when they ambushed our car? I must have called you countless times, hoping that you would come to save us. But no matter how many times I tried to call you, you never picked up. Hendrix, you don't know how desperate I felt."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but I cut him short. I sneered, "You wouldn't know. Because you were caught up with your one true love at that time, celebrating her birthday. You must have prepared a well-thought gift for her, hadn't you?"

"Arianna!" he stopped me. In a hoarse voice, he explained, "I left my phone in the office. I didn't know-"

"Of course! You didn't know!" I scoffed. "You didn't know they locked me up in the warehouse. You didn't know they tied my legs and hands together. You didn't know how the baby struggled to come out, and how he slowly went out of breath with every second passed."

I choked and, for a second there, couldn't continue. However, when I saw Hendrix was drained of color and visibly more shaken with pain, I suddenly found solace in knowing that I wasn't the only one in pain.

I giggled, "Hendrix, do you know how it felt when the baby died inside me? Do you know what he looked like when he was taken out of me? Do you know how it felt to be suffocated to death?"

"Enough!" Hendrix shouted. He seemed to be on the verge of breaking down from the overwhelming information. Covering his face with both hands, his tall figure slowly slumped to the ground, weak, defenseless, and in pain.

Seeing him in such a state, I felt better all of a sudden. I turned to look at Andrea's ashen face, I sneered, "What do you think, Andrea? Are you satisfied with what I have gone through? Every penny you and Valerie spent was worth it!"