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
“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
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,
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.
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.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.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
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
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