The Love From Vengeance

72: SEE YOU AGAIN

ARIEL’S POV

I slowly stirred from my deep slumber, my eyes fluttering open as the morning light trickled through the curtains. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a contented sigh, relishing the warmth of the blankets covering my body. Aslo remembering the exhausting moment with Luke last night.

And at this point, my consciousness fully returned. I became aware of the empty space beside me, where that husband of mine should have been.

He slept by my side last night, and it was still early in the morning. Luke wouldn’t leave for work around this time.

Slightly puzzled, I furrowed my brow and sat up, scanning the room with bleary eyes.

“Luke?” I called out, my voice tinged with a hint of concern. Why was I even concerned?

But anyway, there was no response, only the echo of my own word reverberating in the silence. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I slipped my feet into my slippers and rose to my feet.

I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. But I still didn’t see him. Where could he have gone now? I didn’t even know why I was concerned about him. Oh gosh, what the hell is wrong with me?

LUKE’S POV

I stood at the entrance of the cemetery, my heart heavy with a mixture of grief and dejection. The air was crisp, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the towering trees that lined the ” path leading to my parents‘ resting place.

Today marked the anniversary of their tragic passing, and I had come to pay my respects, just as I had done every year since that fateful day.

I walked along the winding path, and memories flooded my mind. I remembered my parents‘

warm smiles, their loving embrace, and the sound of their laughter that seemed to fill our home back then.

They had been taken from me too soon, leaving behind an empty void that time had failed to heal. Sometimes I wondered why these bad moments had to strike us on earth. Why did it have to assault me? What wrong have I done to receive this?

Finally, I arrived at the familiar spot where their gravestones stood side by side. I kneeled down, gently placing fresh flowers on each grave. I took a deep breath, my eyes filled with

tears.

the both of you every day. I know the two of you can see me from up there. And I just want to let you both know that life hasn’t been the same

nearby tree. Memories continued to flood my thoughts, transporting me back to

countless evenings spent in the backyard, my father teaching me how

had to sacrifice most of his time back then, not going to the company business meetings, all because he wanted to spend

and ignoring

I whispered my apologies for all the moments I

you were here,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “There’s so much I want to tell you, so

filled the cemetery, broken only by the distant chirping of birds. I closed my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me. In my mind’s eye, I could almost hear my parents voices,

filled with gratitude. “Thank you both for everything. I don’t know if

final glance at the gravestones, I turned, and as I was about to walk

calling me now. It took me quite a few seconds before I answered the

see you don’t love your life,

puzzled face, filled with curiosity. I wonder who was talking.

“You still haven’t gotten used to my

that guy who kept on blowing my phone with calls. The guy who sent me that video of Harriet.

“You?” I vocalized.

“Yes,

you want now?” I asked

things. Before we get to that,

get straight to the point, will

sounding so mad? I didn’t call

going on? On our last call, you had to let me know that my life was in danger. Is that true,

true? Do I look like someone who cracks

seen you before,”

help you. And you’re here, being rude to me. You know, I can just keep this information hidden from you,

breathed out deeply and softened my tone. “Okay, fine, please

like it,” he said. “I will give it to you. But not for free; you’re going to have to

I

hundred million dollars. Since you’re a

huge amount