The Love From Vengeance

260: CONFIDENTIAL

LUKE’S POV

FLASHBACK

I stood in front of the grave, my heart heavy with memories and sorrow. Harking my mind back to the time I was informed of how they passed away in a tragle car accident was really painful. And here i was today, on their death anniversary. I had come to visit them with my cousin Riley

I kneeled down and placed a bouquet of flowers on their grave. “Hey, mom, hey, dad,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “It’s me, Lake. I miss you guys so much. I wish you were here with me today, still alive. I wish I could tell you about everything that has happened all these years, I wish I could hear your voices and see your smiles. I wish…”

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke to them, pouring my heart out. I could feel Riley’s hand on my shoulder, offering me comfort. When I was done, I stood up and turned to face her.

“Thank you for being here with me, Riley,” I told her, as my voice choked with emotion.

She smiled sadly at me. “I might not have been born when your parents were still alive, but I love them so much. They were family to me, too.”

I pulled her into a tight embrace, grateful for her presence, “Thank you for saving that, Riley. It

means a lot to me.”

We stood there for a few more minutes, lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and rain started pouring down.

“We should go to the car,” I said, breaking the silence.

Riley nodded, her eyes filled with concern. We quickly made our way to my car, trying to shield ourselves from the rain. As we got inside, I turned on the engine and the wipers.

you okay, Luke?” Riley asked her

my voice. The rain was relentless, pounding against the hield.

can’t believe they’re gone,” I uttered, my

know, Luke. But they’ll always be with you, in your memory. and

“Thank you, Riley. You always

with unshed tears. “That’s

The rain continued to pour down,

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here, glaring at my great–aunt, who returned the expression. She insulted my grandfather and my father, and reminiscing about those moments,

about

respect, and she was here, looking for respect. I didn’t want to be rude around here. If not,

mansion.

why I even let her stay in this house. But here she was now, upsetting me to

which is kind of clear. But this woman didn’t know that she was the one who killed my father. I might have to be silent in that part. But the fact

her from jumping off that building, I felt this change of heart towards her a different thought. And now, I didn’t want anyone speaking badly about her, throwing insults

knocked on my brain, and even though my mother’s sins were intense, forgiveness materialized within me, overshadowing the cloud of darkness and hatred I had for her. Now, I couldn’t be that mad at her. But I am still drawing my mind back to when she felt so full of

great–aunt raised her finger at me. “Young man, if you don’t talk with manners, I’m going to…” “You’re going to do what, huh?” I cut her off, raising my

just so

irritating as

her face closer. “I’m just waiting for the perfect time, Luke. When I’m going to kick you out