My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V. I open my eyes, feeling sluggish and confused. The bright lights above me sting my eyes, and the sterile smell of the hospital reaches my nostrils. My entire body feels heavy, and there’s a throbbing pain in my head.

How did I end up here? Then I realise I had met with an accident. My heart pounds as the flashes of the accident flood my mind. The screeching tyres, the impact, the sensation of being thrown forward. However, when I see Daisy standing beside my bed, her eyes filled with love instead of hatred, I feel as if my all physical pain vanishes away. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, holding my hand tightly. She leans in closer and brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Luke, you’re awake. Thank God. I was so scared.” Her voice trembles and her fresh tears drop to my face. I can endure anything-the accident, the pain-but I can’t bear the sight of tears in her eyes. It shatters my heart. “Butterfly, don’t cry. I’m here,” I whisper, squeezing her hand. “I’m not going anywhere.” Her eyes glint with guilt as she apologises, “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you. And…” A sob escapes her mouth, and I feel like burying her into my arms to make her feel better. “I didn’t mean the words I said to you. I care about you the most.” “Go away, Luke. I don’t care if you die or live any longer.” I feel a pang in my heart as I recall her words, but I understand those words were said in the heat of anger. She didn’t mean them. She can never stop caring about me. And the guilt in her eyes clearly reveals how much she regrets saying those words in the past few hours. It must have been incredibly hard for her to hold herself together after witnessing my accident. I can’t imagine that. “Daisy, I know you didn’t mean it. Your anger was justified. What I had done to you in the past, I don’t deserve to be trusted-” She shushes me by placing her finger on my lips, her moist eyes glued to my face. “But now you deserve to be trusted, Luke. You’re doing a lot for me. At least I should have listened to you. And I…” She hiccups. “I had you arrested, and then you met with the accident.” I swallow hard. The depth of her emotional pain hurts me more than my physical injuries. I yearn to reassure her, to make her understand I don’t care about anything except that she’s here with me now. “Daisy,” I begin, my voice still weak, “it’s not your fault. Please stop crying. It’s hurting me.” I plead, squeezing her hand. “I just don’t want to lose you, Luke,” she confesses, her voice cracking. “I was so scared when you were lying in the pool of blood in my arms. The memory of my last words to you keeps haunting me, and I couldn’t shake the thought… the terrifying thought that I might have lost you forever.” I wish I could pull her into my arms and reassure her I’m not going anywhere. But my body still feels like stone, and I can’t move much. So, I focus on keeping my grip firm on her hand, letting her know I’m here for her. “Now I’m with you, Butterfly. You didn’t lose me. And what matters is that we’re here now, together.” I reassure her, locking my eyes with hers. She nods, tears still streaming down her face. “I don’t want to lose you, Luke. Not ever again.” “You won’t,” I say firmly. “I promise.” As she leans in and rests her forehead against mine, I feel the gentle warmth of her breath dance across my skin, which sends shivers down my spine. “I love you, Luke.” As she utters those three magical words to me, I feel as if my entire world brightens. She finally confesses her love for me, and it means she’s finally ready to surrender her heart to me, trusting me completely. It feels like a dream come true. I can’t believe it. She continues, keeping her eyes fixed on me and clasping my face. “I’ve loved you since the day you helped me with my school assignment without expecting anything in return. Literally, no one had ever spoken to me or offered help without an ulterior motive. But you did, and that day, you stole my heart. Even though you treated me poorly after we got married, and despite my attempts to convince myself that I hated you, I never stopped loving you.” She softly kisses my lips before whispering against my lips, “I love you so much fucking much, Luke.” I’m taken aback by her words, and my heart warms up. However, I feel a pang of guilt for not noticing how much she loved me in the past. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t see your love for me in the past, but now I know how much you truly cared for me, Daisy. I promise I’ll make it up to you every single day.” She smiles, her eyes shining with joy. “You’re already doing it, Luke. I’ve never been as happy as I have been in these past few months, all thanks to you. Life with you is seriously heaven.” I open my mouth to respond, but my words catch in my throat as my eyes fall on the diamond ring gleaming on her finger. She’s wearing the ring I purchased to propose to her. I had been planning to ask her to marry me, but that bitch Olivia ruined everything, creating a misunderstanding between us and hurting my Butterfly. She’ll have to pay for that. But why is Daisy wearing the ring? I wonder, my gaze fixed on the gleaming diamond. As she notices where I’m looking, her lips curve upward, and a sly smile spreads across her face.