My Ex-wife, My Destination

“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 beautiful diamond ring. Luke was going to propose to me. He had everything planned, and now…

Now he lies before me, still and silent, his dreams shattered along with mine. I clutch the ring again in my chest.

How could I have been so judgemental, so foolish? I pushed him away without giving him a chance to explain, and now it’s too late.

The weight of my regret crushes me, and I cry harder, holding him.

“I love you,” I whisper in a broken tone, pressing a kiss to his forehead as tears blur my vision. “Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Please wake up. Please forgive me.”

But there’s no response from him. All I can hear is the sound of sirens wailing in the distance as a team of paramedics rushes to his side.

As they load him onto a stretcher and rush him into the ambulance, I feel dreadful about losing him. This can’t be happening. I can’t lose him again.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I climb into the ambulance beside him. As we speed towards the hospital, I hold his hand in one hand and clutch the ring in the other, feeling its sharp edges dig into my palm, reminding me of the future we might never have.

Please, let him be okay. Please, don’t take him away from me.

On the entire way to the hospital, I pray with all my heart for a miracle, for Luke to open his eyes and tell me that everything is going to be alright.

“Go away, Luke. I don’t care if you die or live any longer.”

These words keep echoing in my mind, driving me insane. What if he doesn’t make it? What if those were the last words I ever said to him?

I’m overwhelmed with guilt. How could I have been so cruel, so cold-hearted? In my anger and hurt, I lashed out at the man I love without a second thought. And now, I might lose him forever.

He was begging me to hear him out, and if I had, this wouldn’t have happened. Luke wouldn’t be lying injured in front of me, fighting for his life.

***

I sit outside the ICU, clutching the ring in my hand, praying to God to keep him safe as the doctors operate on him inside. I feel like someone is squeezing all the oxygen out of my lungs, and I’ll die if the doctor doesn’t come out within a few minutes to reassure me that Luke is okay.

“Butterfly, please. I’ll die without you.”

His words echo, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. I’m drowning in the pool of guilt. I regret every word I said to him in the heat of my anger and pain.

“Please, Luke. Please, you have to be okay for me. You promised me you would always stay with me. Whatever I said to you, I didn’t mean it.” I press the ring to my lips, whispering apologies to the man I love, the man I may have lost forever. “You mean the entire world to me. Please forgive me. I need you. You must keep your promise.”

“Daisy.” Aunt Eva’s voice brings me back to earth, and I find her standing in front of me. I texted her when I reached the hospital. Her eyes are filled with tears as well.

I stand up and weep in her arms like a baby, burying my face in her shoulder. “Aunt, I don’t want to lose him.”

She holds me tightly as tears continue to flow down my cheeks. “He’ll be okay, Daisy,” she whispers soothingly, rubbing my back. “Luke is a fighter. He’ll pull through.”

“It’s all my fault that…” I let out a loud sob as I pull away from her. “That he is fighting for his life. I feel so guilty.”

“No.” She shakes her head, clasping my face. “It wasn’t anybody’s fault, Daisy. Don’t blame yourself, and he’ll be fine.”

Our attention draws towards the ICU door as it opens, and a doctor steps out. My heart skips a beat as I hold my breath, waiting for him to speak, praying for good news.

The doctor looks tired but wears a small smile as he approaches us.

“How is he? Is he going to be okay?” I ask, my heart pounding with anxiety.

The doctor’s smile widens slightly. “Mr. Anderson is stable for now,” he says, and I feel like I get my breath back.

He’s stable. He is alive. Thank God!

Tears of joy trickle down my cheeks. Finally, the nightmare is over and the day of bad luck is finished.

My Luke, my soon-to-be husband, he is out of danger. He’ll be okay.

The doctor continues, “he’s still unconscious, but the surgery went well. We’ll have to monitor him closely for the next few days, but we’re hopeful for a full recovery.”

“Can I see him?” I ask eagerly, my voice quivering.

The doctor nods. “Yes, but only one person at a time, and please try to keep visits short. He needs rest.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I turn towards Aunt and hug him, smiling with relief. “He’s out of danger, Aunt. My Luke is going to be okay.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” She whispers, stroking my hair. I pull away, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. “Now go meet him.”

I nod before rushing towards the ICU. As I step into the room, I see Luke lying in the hospital bed, pale and bandaged, but alive.

Thank God!