CHAPTER 31 – Lucas’ POV They continued to treat me with coldness, and I struggled to cope with it. Despite my efforts to make amends, it felt like a hopeless endeavor. My situation seemed utterly helpless. My son remained silent, unwilling to respond to me. Even Zara spoke to me in a distant and cold tone. I couldn't help but long for the way she used to care for me, and the time and effort she invested in our relationship. Regret washed over me as I realized how much I had neglected them for far too long. Fear crept in, whispering that it might be too late for me to reclaim my role in their lives. The thought of them letting me go, casting me aside, felt increasingly real. There was a growing anxiety within me, a weighty feeling that they would turn their backs on me, just as I had done to them for years. And then, at that moment, I faced my fear, confusion, and doubt head-on. I acknowledged the depth of my emotions. I was awakened, and I sensed that they were too. The impact of m

CHAPTER 33 – Zara’s POV His dark, sleep-deprived eyes met mine, and despite his exhaustion, he exuded a captivating charm. His tall stature left me in awe. “We need to talk, Zara. We need to resolve this,” he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. I had hoped that the letter I had given him would have conveyed my intentions clearly. And yet, here he stood, seemingly unhappy about the prospect of our separation. Wasn't that what he wanted all along? So why was he barging into my room like a madman? Why was he angry if we were no longer a part of his life? It was confounding. He was a mess. “Why are you here? I'll send the divorce papers next week. Don't worry, I won't run away. You'll be free from me soon enough,” I retorted, exasperated. “Do you think I'm here because of that? I'm here to win you back, Zara,” his words were harsh, each one piercing through me. To be honest, I had no time for games or charades with him. Did he want me back? Why... I wanted to ask why, b

CHAPTER 35 – Lucas’ POV Since I wanted to do it right this time, I informed Zara that we had to drop by her grandfather’s house because I needed to speak with the elders. Actually, I was nervous to do so, but if I wanted to do it right, I had no choice. Fortunately, they weren’t furious at me even if I wasn’t able to attend Ken’s birthday. They welcomed me as if I belonged to their family. Because of their hospitality, I expressed my gratitude and apologized once again. I approached them first, seeking solace in the room we had prepared for our visit. Zara and Enrique slumbered peacefully, their exhaustion evident from the journey. The sight of them sleeping soundly beside me filled me with an overwhelming happiness, and the anticipation of waking up to their presence amplified that joy. The next morning, as the gentle rays of the sun streamed through the window, nudging us awake, the aroma of breakfast began to waft through the air. Zara's mother called, and we eagerly picked up

CHAPTER 37 – Zara’s POV My husband arrived home around five in the evening, visibly saddened with swollen eyes. He mentioned having a terrible headache and retreated to our room, utterly drained from a burdensome issue. I sensed his exhaustion and the weight of his troubles, so I decided to give him space before he was ready to share what was bothering him. As a married couple, his problems became my problems, and I firmly believed in the promises we made before God's altar. Even during dinner, he lacked any appetite, and his disinterest was evident. He mustered a smile and bid us farewell. Enrique, our son, and I didn't immediately head to bed. Instead, we cozied up in the living room, watching cartoons in the dimly lit space. Meanwhile, Lucas rested upstairs, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “Mom, does Daddy have a problem? He looked so sad and lifeless earlier. Is he angry?” Enrique curiously questioned, breaking the silence. I let out a sigh and replied, “Your dad

CHAPTER 39 – Lucas’ POV I marveled at the incredible effort my wife put into making me feel better. Her dedication made me realize just how important I am to her, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for not recognizing her value sooner. With a single smile, she had the power to brighten my day, and I cherished the fact that she was not just a woman but an integral part of my life, alongside our son. In the serene countryside where we found solace, breathtaking views, and fresh air enveloped us, providing a stark contrast to the stress and chaos of Claybourne. It was a pure paradise, offering a haven of peace and tranquility to anyone seeking respite from the world. Our lunch was a culinary delight, with each dish meticulously crafted using fresh ingredients. Even the rice, fragrant and of the highest quality, served as the perfect complement to the flavorsome offerings on our plates. As the afternoon wore on, my son and I succumbed to the pleasant fatigue of a satisfyi