Flashback ContinuesDaisy’s P.O.V.I’m going to the office with Luke. Everyone thinks he takes me to his office every day because he can’t live without me. However, they don’t know he takes me to his office so that he can take out his anger on me there as well.I have tried everything to bring back the old Luke, but nothing has worked so far. I have gone through so much pain and suffering that sometimes I wonder whether it’s worth it. Even, I have lost my identity and self-respect in this marriage. I have become a punching bag for Luke’s anger and frustration.But despite all this, a small part of me still hopes that one day Luke will change and become the person he used to be. I still believe that love can conquer all and that our marriage can be saved. I refuse to give up on him because I know that deep down, he still cares for me.“What the fuck? How could they cancel the meeting?” As Luke shouts on the phone, I pull out of my thoughts and flinch.He disconnects the call and orders
Flashback ContinuesDaisy’s P.O.V.I’m in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Luke while he takes a shower. Although there are many maids and servants in this mansion, I like to cook myself because it brings me joy. I enjoy preparing new dishes and experimenting with flavours.Especially, I like to cook for Luke, even though he never eats it. Still, I hope one day he’ll enjoy the meals I prepare for him. I always imagine the day when Luke sits down at the table with me, takes a bite of food prepared by me, and his face lights up with pleasure. I can’t wait for that day.The punishment that Luke gave me in his office had left me exhausted, but now I still can’t stop myself from preparing dinner. It’s something I never miss.After finishing my work in the kitchen, as I enter the room, my breath hitches when I see Luke standing there, clad only in a towel. His wet brown hair and glistening skin send a shiver down my spine, burning my body.I just can’t resist this man! He is the epitome of
Flashback ContinuesDaisy’s P.O.V.I wake up early in the morning. Today is Sunday. No office, no work. I love Sundays.After taking a quick shower, I come to the balcony to get some fresh air and share my thoughts with my diary.The cool morning breeze brushes against my skin as I sit on the lounger, the diary open in front of me. It’s my habit to pour out my thoughts and feelings onto its pages, a way to deal with my messed-up thoughts.As I write, I replay last night’s events in my mind. Seeing Luke eating the dinner I prepared filled me with a lot of emotions—joy, disbelief, and hope. It’s a slight gesture, but it means so much to me. It feels surreal. I never thought that I’d witness that scene, yet here it is, etched into my memory like a precious gem.As I continue to write in my diary, the words flowing freely from my pen and I lose track of time, lost in my thoughts and emotions.My eyelids grow heavy, and the next thing I know, I’m drifting off to sleep, the diary slipping f
Luke’s P.O.V.After encountering Daisy and seeing the hatred in her eyes for me, I realised how much it must have hurt her when she saw hatred in my eyes in the past.The memories of the past aren’t letting me sleep. I was an idiot to punish Daisy for a mistake she had never committed. I had feelings for Daisy from the beginning of our marriage, but I forced myself to hurt her even more because of it.FlashbackFive Years AgoI despise Daisy.I hate her for two reasons. In the first place, she is a woman, and secondly…My thoughts are interrupted as Daisy enters the room, stumbling.What the fuck! She is completely wasted.I immediately hold her as she is about to fall to the floor.Damn! I don’t want to care about her. However, sometimes it gets difficult for me not to bother about her.She doesn’t deserve it. In fact, no woman deserves care and love. They are all sluts and deserve to be treated like that.When she is not around, I feel lost, empty, and incomplete. Why do I feel like
Present TimeLuke’s P.O.V. I still remember the day after protecting her, how I treated her with cruelty just to show myself that I hated her and didn’t care for her.FlashbackFive Years AgoI stand under the shower, loathing myself for getting soft with Daisy last night. I didn’t know what happened to me when I saw her drowning in the water. Although I have a soft spot for Daisy, I can’t show it to her.She deserves one thing, and that is my hatred. I can’t be soft with her like before. Just as Olivia cheated on me, she cheated on my best friend, Max. Because of Daisy, Max died in a car accident. Although I care for Daisy, I’ll never forgive her for snatching my best friend away.Whenever I even think about forgiving Daisy, I feel like I’m betraying Max.All women wear the mask of innocence to hide their wickedness and fool men. I can’t let Daisy make me the person I was before, someone who trusted women. No matter what, I can’t fall for her facade and won’t let myself break again.
Luke’s P.O.V. Flashback Five Years AgoThe door to my room bursts open, and I see Daisy entering. She locks the door and hastily removes her clothes, shocking me.What is she doing? I didn’t ask her to get undressed.As she approaches me, naked, I say in a stern tone, “I didn’t ask you to do that, Daisy.”“So what?” She questions back, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Why should I need clothes when I’m alone with you? Because you want me like this only.”“But my mood is good, so put your clothes back.” I feel a twinge of guilt and pain deep down at the sight of her tear-stained face. But I can’t show her that her tears are affecting me, so I add, “Yes, I like you naked, but only when I ask you.”“Luke, I’m your wife, not your slave.” She bites her lower lip to suppress her sob. “It hurts me the way you treat me.”“Do you think I care about what hurts you?” I roll my eyes, although deep inside, her condition hurts me. I stare into her eyes and continue, “You know the truth. You’re m
Daisy’s P.O.V. Flashback Five Years AgoAfter putting on my dress, I step out of the room, searching for Luke. Last night, he was just about to reveal the reason for his hatred towards me. Couldn’t I have fainted just a minute later?However, now I know the truth. I won’t back off until Luke answers why he despises me.I stop as I see him sitting at the dining table having breakfast.Be strong, Daisy. Confront him; it’s high time.Encouraging myself, I walk over to him.“Luke,” I whisper, standing beside him, and he looks up from his breakfast, his face devoid of any emotion. “I—”I pause as he hurls a bunch of papers at me, startling me. They fall to the floor, and I stare at Luke, trying to read his expression. But his face is unreadable, his eyes cold.I slowly bend down to pick up the scattered papers from the floor, my hands trembling slightly. “What is this?” I ask, glancing up at him.Luke replies in a curt tone, “Divorce papers.”I freeze as his words reach my ears. I feel l
Daisy’s P.O.V.I’m working on my laptop, and beside me, Hope is sleeping, hugging her Rabi. I couldn’t sleep properly last night because of the dreadful memories of my past. Luke’s return to my life has reopened old wounds.I was an idiot to let Luke treat me with cruelty; now I won’t let him do it again.“Mommy.” As Hope calls me in a sleepy tone, I shift my gaze towards her. A smile spreads across my face as I see her adorably rubbing her eyes, kneeling beside me on the bed.I place the laptop on my other side and open my arms. “Come here, my little princess.”She smiles softly and immediately settles on my lap, telling me, “Mommy, Hopi saw a very beautiful dream.”“What dream?” I inquire, embracing her in my warm arms.“I saw my uncle in my dream, and I was calling him Daddy.” My face becomes pale upon hearing Hope’s words. “Mommy, will you make Uncle Hope’s Daddy?” She asks in an innocent tone, placing her hand on my face, and my chest becomes heavy with pain.Don’t cry, Daisy. Ju
Luke’s P.O.V.With a heart full of love, I watch my five-month-pregnant wife and our six-year-old daughter twirl hand-in-hand beside the ocean on our private island. This beach is their happy place, and we make it a point to visit every three months here. It seems as if this place has become our second home. As it brings them joy, it’s become my favourite destination as well.Daisy looks as beautiful as ever in a white colour sundress. Pregnancy has made her glow even more, and her beauty takes my breath away every time I look at her.I capture their few photos. Daisy’s hair flows freely in the wind, and Hope’s giggles fill the air. I feel fortunate for the life we’ve built together.With a smile on my face, I approach my lifelines, feeling the sand shift beneath my feet. Daisy looks up, her eyes sparkling with love and contentment.Hope runs towards me, her arms outstretched. “Daddy, let’s play in the water!” She exclaims, grasping my hand and pulling me towards the water.I chuckle,
One Year LaterDaisy’s P.O.V.It’s been almost two years since Luke re-entered my life and transformed it into heaven. Every day feels like a beautiful dream. Luke has permanently moved to New York, and we bought a new home a few months ago.I sit comfortably on the sofa, admiring my husband as he tucks our daughter into bed. Now, Hope has a lavish room filled with all the toys and gadgets imaginable. Luke wants to spoil his princess with all his love.“Get ready to be spoiled by your daddy like your sister, little one,” I murmur, placing my hand on my growing baby bump.I’m five months pregnant and glad to have Luke with me this time. My first pregnancy was so difficult without him by my side. Now, every kick, every flutter feels more special because he’s here to share it with me.He handles my mood swings so well. Even when I wake him up in the middle of the night for ice cream and going out, he never complains. He attends every doctor’s appointment, holding my hand and reassuring m
Daisy’s P.O.V.I lie on the bed in his shirt after the shower—or I should say, after the wild fucking session in the bathroom. Luke fucked me in every corner: placing my legs on his shoulders on the countertop, from behind pinning me against the glass door, on the floor, and, of course, under the shower, pressing me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.That's how our first night after marriage is going, full of passion. I'm so sore but still yearning for more.However, it’s a mystery why he didn’t let me remove his T-shirt.“Close your eyes, Butterfly,” Luke orders me in a soft tone, standing in front of me in a wet shirt, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I have a surprise for you.”My eyes shine at his words, and I immediately close my eyes, my heart thumping with excitement.After a few seconds, I hear his gentle voice. “Now you can open them.”I stare at his face in confusion after opening my eyes. He gestures for me to look down, and as my gaze shifts, I gasp.He is
Luke’s P.O.V.After the reception and changing our clothes, we leave for our honeymoon on my private jet. As Daisy sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, I admire her with a smile on my face.I still can’t believe that Daisy has become my wife again. She looked out of the world in her wedding gown, the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I can’t get that image out of my mind.“Luke, I’m not feeling good,” she says, raising her head from my shoulder to meet my gaze. “This is the first time I’m going somewhere without Hope.”Even I feel a pang in my heart, leaving Hope at home, but it’s our honeymoon. We’re keeping it short and have planned a long trip with Hope next week. At first, Hope wasn’t ready to let us go alone, but after we bribed her with the promise of a special gift and extra ice cream for a week, she agreed reluctantly.“I know, Butterfly,” I reply, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. “I miss her too, but it’s just for three days. And remember, we
Daisy’s P.O.V. “Daddy, it must be hurting you so much.” Hope sobs, sitting beside Luke on the hospital bed, and I stand behind her. “No, princess. Daddy is fine.” Luke wipes her tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry.” This was the reason I hadn't let Hope meet Luke for two days. I knew she would cry, and seeing her tears would break Luke's and my heart. She can't bear to see her favourite people in pain. But she had been begging to see her daddy, and I couldn't keep them apart any longer.Luke is recovering fast, and he’ll be discharged from the hospital within a week. Seeing him injured breaks my heart too, but I know I have to be strong for him. "But you look hurt, Daddy.” Hope sniffs. “Hope can’t see you like this.” She pouts sadly at him. Luke glances at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes from seeing our daughter so worried. I blink at him in reassurance. “Hopi, Daddy is just a little injured.” I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze them slightly. “He will be back to p
Luke’s P.O.V.I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation, and ask, “Will you marry me?” With trembling hands, I stroke the ring, brimming with excitement, “Is your answer yes?”She beams at me. “Of course, idiot. It’s a big yes.” She giggles, her eyes sparkling. “That’s why I’m wearing the ring..”Overwhelmed with the joy, as I try to rise from the bed to hug her. But I hiss in pain, feeling the sharp sting of my injuries. “Fuck! Aa...”Daisy’s expression instantly changes from joy to concern, and she gently pushes me back onto the bed. “Luke, please don’t strain yourself. You need to rest and recover,” she scolds me in a soft tone, caressing my cheeks with her thumbs.I nod, settling back onto the bed, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face. “I’m fucking so happy, Daisy. You’ll be my wife soon and forever.” I can’t believe she is giving me a chance to become her husband again. Last time, I was a cruel husband, but this time, I’ll be the loving husband she truly deserves.
Luke’s P.O.V. I open my eyes, feeling sluggish and confused. The bright lights above me sting my eyes, and the sterile smell of the hospital reaches my nostrils. My entire body feels heavy, and there’s a throbbing pain in my head. How did I end up here?Then I realise I had met with an accident. My heart pounds as the flashes of the accident flood my mind. The screeching tyres, the impact, the sensation of being thrown forward.However, when I see Daisy standing beside my bed, her eyes filled with love instead of hatred, I feel as if my all physical pain vanishes away. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, holding my hand tightly.She leans in closer and brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Luke, you’re awake. Thank God. I was so scared.” Her voice trembles and her fresh tears drop to my face.I can endure anything—the accident, the pain—but I can’t bear the sight of tears in her eyes. It shatters my heart.“Butterfly, don’t cry. I’m here,” I whisper,
“Go away, Luke. I don’t care if you die or live any longer.”My last words to him echo in my mind as I drop to my knees beside Luke’s lifeless body. My hands tremble as I touch him. “Luke, please wake up,” I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks.But he doesn’t move. He lies there, unmoving, blood pooling around him, his eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. Seeing him like this is tearing my heart apart. I never wanted to see him in this state, not even when I believed he had betrayed me.“Someone help!” I scream, frantically looking around for help as I place his bleeding head on my lap, my white dress now stained with blood.People gather around us as I embrace Luke, praying for him to open his eyes, to tell me he’s okay.Something falls out onto the ground with a soft thud. My heart skips a beat as I glance down and see a small box lying there, its lid slightly ajar.Without thinking, I pick it up, my fingers shaking as I open it. Inside, nestled within a bed of velvet, lies a be
Daisy’s P.O.V.Mess.I stand at Aunt Eva’s apartment, ringing the bell, and looking like a complete mess—my eyes are puffy, my hair is dishevelled, and my face is pale. Earlier, I had asked Aunt Eva to pick Hope up from school since I wasn’t in a state to face her. Although I’m still not feeling well, I need to muster the strength for my daughter’s sake.Since I saw Luke with Olivia, I have just lost my mind. I don’t understand what I should do. When Luke was begging me to hear him out, I won’t lie—my heart wasn’t melting. My heart was screaming at me to let him explain, but I didn’t because I didn’t want him to fool me again.He kept begging, sitting outside the apartment, and I kept crying, sitting on the other side of the door. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I called the police, and they took him to the police station.I feel a deep ache in my chest as I recall the look in his eyes when the officers led him away. The hurt and longing in his gaze made it hard to breathe. My hea