My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 121: End of Us [Erik]

[Erik's Perspective]

"...Mother, is the heinous monster you speak of your other son?" I asked.

"...That thing is not my son. It is just a monster that should have died several years ago. It is useless if it does not resemble my King," she answered.

If I did not look like Father, you would have abandoned me too...

It was soon my birthday, but I had many other things pressing in my mind to pretend to get in the mood of anything.

With so many things going on, I did not have any time to meet either Garett or Arielle. It was better this way because I did not have to think of either of them.

I am truly happy that Arielle could finally be happy after all of her suffering, but that does not mean that she will allow me to be by her side romantically...

When Arielle came to my party dressed in a light pink floral dress, she resembled a blooming flower from the curved ends of her skirt. She was smiling happily by Garett's side.

It was such a depressing feeling to watch as my former wife smiling and dancing with another man. I wanted her to be happy but held complex feelings deep inside.

I decided to take a break from the party by going out on the balcony of the second floor.

I leaned over the railing and sighed after taking in a deep breath of the cold night air.

"Your happiness will continue to slip away if you keep sighing like that," a familiar voice said.

I turned back to see Arielle carrying a pair of drinks.

"What are you doing here, Arielle?" I asked her.

"You seem troubled for someone celebrating his birthday today," Arielle said as she tried handing me one of the drinks in her hands.

It is not only my birthday today...

After glancing at her bare shoulders, I took off my jacket and put it over her shoulders before accepting the drink.

"It's easy to get a cold on nights like these," I said as I turned back to the night sky.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Arielle said with a smile.

It almost hurt to look at Arielle...She was just as radiant or more than before.

The darkness of the night sky somewhat eased my pain filled eyes.

"...It seems like you are always intent on solving everyone else's problems than your own," I said.

"I like to stay busy," Arielle said.

"I think the more proper term is 'nosy'," I said teasingly.

"Mean boys will not receive snacks," Arielle said.

"Snacks?"

When she came to me, both her hands were already full with the drinks.

She suddenly dipped her hands into the sides of her dress and magically pulled out a bag of biscuits.

Dear God...she has been hiding snacks in her dress.

"It has been awhile since you have had my baking, right?" Arielle asked as she offered the biscuits.

It seems a bit immoral to accept food that had been inside of her dress earlier, but I will offend her if I do not accept them after she had already offered.