The Love From Vengeance

164 FIRM ABOUT IT

LUKE’S POV

I stood there, aching inside, as I gazed at Harriet, who was still standing and staring at me, like we were both hypnotized. But it was darkness all over here. The memory of her betrayal lingered like a bitter taste in my mouth. We locked eyes, no words passing between us, just the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavily in the air. The silence spoke volumes, echoing the shattered trust and the pain

that now stood between us.

was

As I looked into Harriet’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. There anger, yes, but also a deep sense of sadness and disappointment. When she had carried out that sh*t, I went ahead to ask myself how she could have done this to me. How could she have shattered the foundation of trust that we had built over the years? Yeah, those good–for–nothing thoughts flooded my head.

The diner buzzed with activity around us, oblivious to the silent turmoil that enveloped Harriet and me. It was as if time had frozen, trapping us in this moment of confrontation and quiet despair. The clinking of dishes and the murmur of distant conversations all faded into the background as we continued to stand there, locked in our wordless exchange.

In this picture, things were literally messed up. I could now see the flicker of regret in Harriet’s eyes, a shadow of remorse that danced across her features. But it was too late for apologies now. The damage had been done, with irreparable cracks forming in the once–solid bond that held us together. I wanted to speak, to display my anger, to unleash the torrent of emotions that threatened to consume me. But something held me back-a strange sense of resignation that settled over me like a heavy shroud.

In this moment, I realized that words would not be enough to mend what had been broken between us. The trust that had been shattered could not be easily pieced back together. Our silence spoke louder than any words ever could, a poignant reminder of the rift that has existed between us ever since I found out about her unworthy acts.

And right here, right now, as the weight of our shared history pressed down on me, I knew that those moments would forever be etched in my memory. The pain of betrayal, the ache of lost trust–they would linger long after we parted ways. And so we stood there, two figures in a crowded diner, bound by our past and the unspoken words that hung between us like a heavy fog

but I

As Harriet approached me, I couldn’t help but take a step back. I knew she wanted to talk to me, was definitely not going to let that happen. I didn’t want to engage in any conversation with her. In fact, I didn’t even want to be near her. The thought of having to interact with her was really sick, and it was extremely uncomfortable. I took another step back, hoping she would get the hint and leave me alone. I didn’t want that piece of trash coming close to me. In fact, I should even call the police and tell them what the fuck I was seeing.

The fire

in my hea

still burning, and it was not love. It was pure hate that churned for this woman who once held my heart, but then, with those days passing by, our love was torn apart, wrecked, demolished, ruined, broken like shattered glasses, and could never be the way

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everything, my wonderful light, brightening my life and making me feel like I was in heaven. Great moments of bliss,

but she played games, her lies deceiving, with a pain so exhilarating. I gave her my all; my love was so true, but she chose to betray me, so what could I do? Throw her goddamn ass out of my life, and I followed through with it–a perfect decision I made. Yes, I couldn’t regret

would wake up. Oh, the love we shared was so beautiful, but too bad it was now out of sight. And the pain still remained, along with the anger. A constant reminder of my love that went

with intense rage towards this ravishing woman who once held my

and intense hatred. Something that could never be forgotten. Because

Enough was enough; let’s get things done around here. And the

seconds.

love. It’s actually a nice thing to see you once

out of prison. That’s actually shocking of you,” I told her, my expression not softening one bit. “And by the

Have you forgotten about the lovely moments we spent

you forgotten how you were cheating on me the

hate me so much, then why

don’t even know

me.”

It’s because you still

need for you