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.

voice barely audible. “I miss the both of you every day. I know the two of you can see me from up there. And

to the gravestones, leaning against a nearby tree. Memories

countless evenings spent in the backyard, my father teaching me how to ride a bicycle, and

then, not going to the company business meetings, all because he wanted to spend

and ignoring

parents on the cold stone. I whispered my apologies for all the

with emotion. “There’s so much I want to tell

to wash over me. In my mind’s eye, I could almost hear my parents voices, offering words of encouragement

gratitude. “Thank you both for everything. I don’t know if it’s going to take

about

gazed at my screen, wondering who was calling me now. It took me quite a few seconds before I answered the phone call.

you don’t love your life, right?”

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

“You still haven’t gotten used to my voice yet.

I finally remembered who was talking. It was that guy who kept on blowing my phone with calls. The guy

“You?” I vocalized.

laughed. “Yes, me”

want now?” I asked him.

hold on. There’s no need to start rushing things. Before we get to that, I need to show some concern. So, how

get straight to the

so mad? I

don’t have time for silly talk right now. Can you please just tell me what’s going on? On our last call, you had to let

asking me if it’s true? Do I look like someone who cracks cocaine

you before,” I

here, being rude to me. You know, I can just keep this information hidden from you, and don’t

tone. “Okay, fine, please let me have knowledge of

to you. But not for free; you’re going to have to pay

I asked.

million dollars. Since you’re a billionaire.”

huge amount of money?