My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

Fuck!

I fucking won’t leave Olivia. She has to pay to create a misunderstanding between Daisy and me.

She spiked my drink and kissed me in front of Daisy. At that time, I was too dizzy to push her away. A few minutes later, when I regained my senses, I called and texted Daisy, but she didn’t answer. I immediately rushed home, but she wasn’t there.

Now, I’m heading to Eva’s cafe, hoping she might be there. My heart feels heavy, thinking about Daisy’s condition. She must be so broken.

Deep down, it hurts that she didn’t trust me. After all these months, she still has no faith in me.

But right now, I just want Daisy to be okay.

Today, I was going to propose to her, and then this happened. My life is completely fucked up. The tiny box with a ring inside my jacket pocket feels like a cruel joke now. I was so excited to ask her to remarry me, to make her my wife again, and this time forever. And now, this.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. I can’t lose Daisy. Not like this. She has to know the truth, and Olivia has to face the consequences of her actions.

When I finally pull up to Eva’s cafe, I take a deep breath before getting out of the car. As I enter the cafe, my eyes quickly scan it, searching for any sign of Daisy.

However, she is nowhere to be found.

“Where are you, Butterfly?” I murmur, closing my eyes as tears roll down my cheeks. The heaviness in my chest intensifies.

“Luke.” Eva’s voice brings me back to reality. I open my eyes and give her a look of helplessness as she stands in front of me. “What happened?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

“I…” A sob escapes from my mouth. “I think I lost Daisy.”

“Come, first sit down and relax.” She leads me to a corner seat.

We settle down across from each other, and my voice quivers as I recount everything to her, from planning to propose to Daisy to her finding me kissing Olivia.

In recent months, I have formed a strong bond with Eva. She has been a good friend and a brilliant listener. As I pour out my heart, Eva listens patiently, her face filled with empathy.

“She doesn’t trust me, Eva. No matter what I do, she’ll always judge me for my past mistakes.”

Eva sighs, her eyes full of understanding. “Trust is a fragile thing that takes time to develop and strengthen. It’s not something that happens overnight, especially when there’s a history of pain. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible. You must show her consistently that you’ve changed, that you’re trustworthy.”

“But how do I do that when she won’t even talk to me?” I ask, feeling a hole in my heart growing with each passing second.

Even though I understand trusting me is hard for Daisy, at least now I deserve a chance to explain myself.

“Luke, Daisy loves you,” she explains. “She must be hurt and confused right now. I’m certain once you explain, she’ll understand you. Don’t give up on her.”

She’s right. After coming this far, I can’t give up on her. Not like this. I need to find her and explain everything. Then I must give her all the time she needs to trust me.

I nod, wiping away my tears. “You’re right. I can’t give up on us. Thank you, Eva.”

She gives me a small smile. “Go get your girl back.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I stand up and head towards the door. I have to find Daisy and make things right. No matter what it takes, I’ll prove to her that my love is true. I can’t let her go again, and I won’t stop until she knows that she’s the love of my life.

***

I reach Daisy’s old apartment, hoping to find her there. I knock on the door, but there’s no answer. Using the spare key, I open the door and move through the rooms, calling her name, but there’s no response. “Daisy…”

With each passing minute, I’m growing more anxious.

When I reach the bathroom, the sound of running water meets my ears, and I sigh with relief because at least I’ve found her.

I push open the door and find Daisy sitting, hugging her knees under the shower, fully clothed, her body shaking with sobs as the cold water cascades down her body. Seeing her condition, I feel like someone has squeezed my heart brutally. I won’t leave Olivia for hurting her.

“Butterfly…” I whisper, my voice quivering with emotion. She looks up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The pain in her gaze pierces my soul.

“Luke, please, just go.” She buries her face in her knees, hugging her knees tighter.

I ignore her plea and step into the shower, water soaking through my clothes. I kneel beside her, my heart aching as I see her so broken. “Please, listen to me. You have to know the truth.”

As I place my hand on her arm, she stands up and snaps at me, “Don’t you dare fool me with your lies, Mr. Anderson.” Her voice fills with venom, which breaks my heart.

I stand up. “Da-”

“Get lost. I don’t want to see your face.” She grasps my hand and drags me out of the bathroom.

“At least for once. Let me explain myself.” I look at her, my eyes begging her to listen to me.

Her eyes soften for a moment, but then they harden again. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Before I can say another word, she pushes me out of the bathroom and towards the front door.

“Daisy, please, just give me a chance to explain. It wasn’t what it looked like!” I plead, my heart breaking with each step.

“There’s nothing you can say that will change what I saw.” She opens the main door, and before I can react, she shoves me outside. “I can’t keep getting hurt by you. Please, just leave.”

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg, trying to hold on to the doorframe.

“I’m sick of your lies, Luke. You can’t fool me anymore.” The door slams shut on my fingers, and I wince in pain, clutching my injured hand as I stumble backwards.

“Butterfly, please,” I say, my voice cracking with pain. “I’ll die without you.”

For a moment, the door wavers, and I think she might open it, but then it shuts firmly. “Go away, Luke,” she says through the door, sobbing. “I don’t care if you die or live any longer.”

Her words shatter my soul. For a second, I become numb.

Luke, control yourself. She doesn’t mean what she said. She is just angry right now.

I try to gather myself back.

I pound on the door, ignoring the throbbing pain in my hand and heart. “Just give me a chance to explain. I love you. I would never hurt you on purpose. Please don’t shut me out. I beg you.”

There’s no response. I continue banging on the door, my voice growing hoarse from shouting. “I’m not giving up on us. You have to believe me! I won’t leave until you talk to me.”

Still, there’s nothing but silence from the other side. My heart feels like it’s being torn apart, but I won’t leave. I can’t walk away from her, not like this. I slide down to sit with my back against the door, my head in my hands.

A few hours ago, we were so happy. She was laughing in my arms, and now she hates me. It hurts that she doesn’t trust me.

But one day, I’ll earn her trust. No matter how many years it takes, I’ll wait. Because my life is dark without her. She brings colour into my world. She is the butterfly of my life, and I’m never going to lose her.

“I love you, Daisy,” I whisper, knowing she probably can’t hear me. “You’re my life, my destination, my entire world.”

Time passes, and I know I should leave, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I have to make her understand. I can’t let her go again. Not like this. Never.