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.

okay, Luke?” Riley asked her hand

the hield. I

they’re gone,” I uttered, my

reassuringly. “I know, Luke. But they’ll always be with you, in your

my tears. “Thank you, Riley. You always

shining with

nodded, feeling grateful for her love and support. The rain continued to pour down, but I knew that I could weather any

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

about

talk sh*t with no respect, and she was here, looking for respect. I didn’t want to be rude around here. If not, I

mansion.

house. But here she was now,

she was the one who killed my father. I might have

deserved all these treatments. She did terrible, wrong, and evil things in the past, so she needed to take some insults. But yesterday, when I stopped her from jumping off that building, I felt this change of heart towards her a different thought. And now, I

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 herself,

going to…” “You’re going to do what, huh?” I cut her off, raising my voice

you just so

as

just waiting for the perfect time,