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

I don't know since how long I am curled up in this corner and staring at the ceiling. 


After his ultimatum, Agustin went out of the mansion in a haste and hadn't returned back yet. The way he looked when he left the room, I am afraid he will do something reckless. 


Everything is repeating in my head again and again. 


I feel hot raging anger built within me after his confession..... but there is also a little part of me that can't help but feel pity for him. I can't possibly feel pity for him after what he did.....but I do. Agustin's broken face just keep on flashing infront of my eyes, make me overcome with remorse. 


Why don't you understand Agustin the Onika you loved is long gone with the Agustin I loved. We can't live with each other without getting hurt. We can't live happily together ever again. What you are imagining in your head for our life to be are just some useless fantasies, just the remnant of our past which can never be the truth of our life. 


Chapter-37