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.

two of you can see me from up there. And I just want to let you

tree. Memories continued to flood my thoughts, transporting me

father teaching me how to ride a bicycle, and my mother’s gentle voice reading bedtime

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

and ignoring

names of my parents on the cold stone. I whispered my apologies for all the moments I wished I could

here,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “There’s so much I

memories to wash

I don’t know if it’s going to take me a long time to join you guys. But I can wait to see

gravestones, I turned, and as I was about

was calling me now. It took me quite

you don’t love your life, right?” The caller spoke.

face, filled with curiosity. I wonder who was talking. “Can I please know who’s talking?”

used to my

was talking. It was that guy who kept on

“You?” I vocalized.

“Yes,

do you want now?” I

we get to that, I need to show some

the point,

I didn’t

please just tell me what’s going on? On our last call, you had to let me know that my life was in danger. Is that true, or not?”

true? Do I look like someone

you

you’re here, being rude to me. You know, I can just keep this information hidden from you, and don’t be surprised if you see yourself in hell the

breathed out deeply and softened my tone. “Okay, fine, please let me have knowledge of this

“I will give it to you. But not for free; you’re

I

Since you’re a

blurted. “That huge amount