Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms.
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He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when innocence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her.

He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing.

'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,'  he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise.
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"I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika".

-Agustin DeLuca.
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Grieving Hearts

As soon as I entered Agustin's cabin I saw the flower vase shattered into pieces near the door. 


Agustin was standing a few feets away. 


His eyes where blood shoot, a growl was evident on his face, hands tightly fisted at his sides, his stance was rigid as if ready to attack anytime. 


I know that look. He is angry very, very angry. 


So, he knows, I concluded. As if to confirm my theory he spoke. 


"You son of a bitch, you helped her escape..."he seethed at me in rage. But what he said next came like a blow. 


" You love her, don't you?......don't you dare deny, you motherfucker." He said his voice dripping with rage, chest heaving as if it's causing him lots of efforts to keep his breathing even. 


Chapter-35