The Love From Vengeance

Chapter 144

144 RECOGNIZED

ARIEL’S POV

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you Luke. Where have you been?” I asked Luke, my arms crossed. He was standing next to this familiar face. Couldn’t care about her.

“I just decided to take a stroll, you know, getting some fresh air and taking a good view at people as they move around,” Luke replied, smirking.

“You’re not supposed to do that. The nurse said…”

“That I’m not that strong yet, deep wound, and I should stay in the hospital for a few days. Yes, yes, I get it. But come on, Ariel. I’m not a little kid. I have everything under control. I mean look at me now, standing strong.”

“You got admitted into the hospital? What happened to you?” The woman asked Luke, making a worried face.

Luke glanced at her promptly. “Oh, you’re concerned now? We were talking and you couldn’t even recognize my wounded face.”

“Who is she?” I asked him.

“Oh, she’s just a friend.”

“Yeah whatever. You too can have your lovely moment. I’ll be leaving, and do not forget about what I told you, Luke. I’ll see you later.” She walked away forthwith.

Luke turned back to me. “So, why were you looking for me?”

“Don’t ask me that. You better follow me back to the hospital.”

“And what if I don’t?”

a hard punch on your stomach.” I clenched

going to

“Oh

chuckled. “Like seriously, you think I can’t do that? Are you underestimating

don’t think underestimate is the

come on, let’s go.” I

him along. But things went

I could

something that reflected in his mesmerizing gaze. The way he smiled at me, It was like he could see straight into my soul, what

Can’t you see you’re standing close the road?” The

the way, we’re at the

you have manners?” The man

straight to you and

laughed. “He must have had a fight with his wife before hitting the road. Now, let’s go back to the hospital so you can

to tread, making our way back

*****

MASON’S POV

in the crisp morning air. As I walked down the street, a flood of memories washed over me, memories of Sofie, whose absence haunted me every

almost cheated on Sofie. The guilt gnawed at my conscience

found myself standing at a crossroad, both literally and metaphorically. The bustling city traffic mirrored the chaotic whirlwind of emotions inside me. My heart ached with the

me, but memories of Sofie flooded my mind. Her warm smile, her gentle touch, her infectious laughter – they all danced before my eyes, a cruel reminder of what I had

her name into the wind, hoping against hope that somehow she could hear me, that somehow she could forgive me. But deep down, I knew that forgiveness, from her or from myself, was a luxury I might never

down into an abyss of self–loathing. The bustling city seemed to blur around me, the noise fading into a dull hum as

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