Luke’s P.O.V.“Luke, I can’t sleep.” I open my eyes as I hear Daisy’s voice. I lie beside Hope, with Daisy on the other side of her. “What occurred today is stuck in my mind.”“It’s okay.” I reach my hand over Hope and give a gentle squeeze to Daisy’s hand, keeping my eyes fixed on her. “Relax.”“I can’t relax. It’s driving me crazy.” She gives me a dejected look.I climb down the bed and come over to her side. “Come with me,” I say, clasping her hand.“Where?” She looks at me, confused.“Just come.”She takes off her comforter and rises from the bed. I properly tuck Hope into the blanket and then lead Daisy to the balcony.As we step onto the balcony, the night breeze touches our faces and flutters her hair.“Let’s take a walk. I’m sure it’ll relax you a bit.” I tuck her hair locks behind her ears, and she nods in response.As we walk hand in hand, I ask, breaking the silence to distract her mind. “I want to know some precious moments of Hope and you.”Which I missed because of my st
Daisy’s P.O.V.“You hated women because Olivia cheated on you, and you did the same with me. Why did you punish me for her mistake, Luke? Why?” I ask, grabbing his shirt collar, warm tears rolling down my cheeks.“Daisy, I didn’t cheat on you. I have never slept with any woman since I married you, not even after our divorce.”My eyes widen slightly in shock at his words.What did he mean by he never cheated on me? He brought a woman to his room that day.He kneels before me and continues by grasping my hand. “I’m sorry, Daisy.” As he apologizes, his eyes well up with tears. “I wanted you to hate me and leave me forever because I was angry at myself for punishing you for a crime you never committed. I couldn’t face you after realising my mistake, and I thought I didn’t deserve you.”His words confuse me. I don’t understand what crime he is talking about. “Why did you treat me like a slave? What crime did you think I committed?”“I thought you cheated on my best friend, Max, that he got
Luke’s P.O.V.It’s been a week since I told Daisy the reason for our divorce. Everything has been going pretty well since then. She has been behaving normally with me, and she even agreed to leave her job.It’s not that I don’t want her to work; I just want to take the burden off her shoulders for a while. She has been through so much, and I want to make sure she has the proper time and space she needs to heal.She has been spending more time with Hope. I’m so glad to see her doing what she truly wants. She cooks meals for her, plays with her, and gives her the attention she could never provide because of work.As for me, I’ve been trying to make amends in any way I can. I’m giving Daisy complete space and time. The family time we’re spending these days is precious to me.As Daisy prepares dinner and I help her, she says, “Luke, I have decided something.” I glance at her while chopping the veggies.Although I hate cooking and the chefs could easily handle dinner, I love doing it with
Daisy’s P.O.V.Heaven!It feels divinely good to taste Luke’s lips after so long. I feel like I finally got my breath back after ages. To be honest, his lips taste even better than my favourite raspberry cheesecake. His lips are velvety soft against mine, sending shivers down my spine and awakening my dormant desire.He kissed me a week ago, but I wasn’t in a state to enjoy it then. So technically, for me, it’s my first kiss with Luke after five years.As we devour each other’s lips, completely losing ourselves in each other, the people around us fade away.He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer by grasping the back of my neck with one hand, while with his other hand, he clutches my waist. My fingers clench his silky hair as I suck on his lips like my life depends on it.All the doubts and fears that once troubled my mind vanish the moment our lips meet. It’s as if all the pain and heartache of the past are melting away completely, making me feel contented.I never thought I’d get the
Luke’s P.O.V.I can’t describe how I feel, touching Daisy’s milky soft body after five years. It’s like getting my breath back after so many years. I feel so lucky that this woman is all mine. No one else can feel the softness of her skin except me. I feel an overwhelming satisfaction knowing that Daisy has given me the right to touch her like this.I’m just about to slip my hand into her undies, and my other hand gently pressing her nipple inside her dress, but Hope’s voice rings out from the living room, pulling us back to reality. “Mommy, I’m hungry!”Shit! I completely forgot that Hope would be hungry.I immediately pull away from Daisy. “I’m sorry. It's just I couldn’t resist myself after seeing you.”She turns towards me, crimson blooming across her cheeks, making her look adorable. “It’s okay. I can’t resist you either.”I chuckle at her words. “So we’ll continue this when Hope falls asleep.”She nods, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I can’t wait.”“Feelings are
Daisy’s P.O.V.As I enter the room after making dinner, a wide smile spreads across my face, seeing the beautiful sight. Luke is applying nail paint on Hope’s fingernails, and she is sitting, placing her legs on his lap, blowing to dry the nail paint on her other hand.“Princess, it’s done.” As Luke says, she sees her nails with a smile.“Daddy, my nails look pretty like Mommy. Thank you.” She raises her head to kiss Luke, and as he leans down, she presses her lips on his cheek, causing Luke to chuckle.It still feels like a beautiful dream that Luke is living with us. My daughter is getting the love of her father, and I have someone who is there for me, no matter what.I’m glad Luke is understanding and giving me the time to heal properly from my past.“Dinner is ready.” As I enter the room, Hope jumps down from the bed.“Mommy…” she rushes towards me to show me her nails. “Look, Daddy applied the nail paint.”I bend down and hold her wrists to see them. “So pretty.” I shift my eyes
Luke’s P.O.V.It’s so hard to resist Daisy, but I’ve been successfully keeping my hand in control for one month because I don’t want to do something which Daisy doesn’t want. She asks for the time, and I’m giving her. In fact, I’m ready to give her as much time as she wants because she is my destination.In this one month, I have met a true self of Daisy: a mischievous, kind, sweet, and lively woman. As we’ve grown closer, I’ve discovered layers of her personality that only deepen my love and admiration for her.And Hope, our daughter, embodies so much of Daisy’s spirit. She’s like a miniature version of her. My tiny butterfly who spreads joy wherever she goes, just like her mommy. She is the only person who has become the bridge between Daisy and me, bringing us close. I’m so grateful to her.As I enter my room after dropping Hope off at school, Daisy rushes towards me, her eyes shimmering with excitement. “Luke, I have a surprise planned for you today.”A smile spreads across my fac
Daisy’s P.O.V.When Luke confesses his love, I feel a wave of pleasure shoot down my body, which has nothing to do with him being inside me. It’s a different kind of pleasure, one that warms my heart and brings tears of contentment to my eyes.I love you more, Luke.Though these words linger on the tip of my tongue, they remain unspoken, perhaps because of fear. Fear of the past, fear of pain, fear of surrendering my heart to him utterly.My all thoughts vanish away, and I moan in pleasure, scratching his back as he begins to move inside me with deliberate slowness. For the first time in years, I feel whole, feeling him inside me.“Oh… Luke… I missed you.” I arch my back and throw my head back as he attacks my neck, squeezing my boobs.“I’ve longed for you, baby,” he groans, giving me a hard shot. “I’ve yearned to reclaim you as mine again,” he adds with each powerful movement. “Fuck!” He gives another deep thrust, keeping his eyes fixed on my chest. “The way your tits bounce with eve
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