From now on, he, Lucas, had no more home, so nowhere was better than where he was, where his wife was.
At the thought of Estrella, he smiled, before the smile faded.
He breathed in, before he exhaled.
No matter what caused Estrella's situation, he would make sure she regained what she had lost.
"Cough!"
Lucas gritted his teeth, and spat out the new blood that had risen up, and turned off the overhead faucet, before he left the shower.
He calmly wore new clothes with dark tones covered in lines of gold and a deep shade of blue. The apparel was form-fitting, showing his lean physique, and with his calm face without a smile, his bearing turned from approachable to imposing.
His eyes glinted with a cold light, and he stepped forward, toward the door, and toward the next step for his revenge.
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