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

Agustin slowly got down on his knees and rubbed the top of his daughter's grave with his palm, ever so slowly as if touching something very fragile, as if brushing off some imaginary dust which might have found its way to his precious daughter's grave, almost in the same fashion as he would pat the head of his child if she were alive. 


He did it again, and again... and again, the motion becoming vigorous with every passing second, with every stroke, in a state of trance, he kept doing it till his hands were completely tired and he can't move it anymore. He stopped and looked at his palms it was a deep shade of red, he furrowed his brows as he realised he can't feel anything. 


Bonus Chapter-4