Luke's POVAfter Wendy died, it felt like my heart had been ripped out. I hated myself for not noticing what had been wrong with her back then. I had loathed her for abandoning me, and now, I resented her for leaving me just like that. She didn't even leave me anything to remember her by.The only thing left of our home were the walls. But after quite some effort, I finally found the renovators. I spent a huge sum to buy back all the furniture and have repairs done. I even had the same people come back to redo the walls and floors. Yet, it still felt wrong—everything seemed out of place.One day, I woke up in the middle of the night. I broke down, unable to control myself as I bawled my eyes out. This villa just felt too empty. It was so empty that my heart palpitated at the thought of it.Liver cancer must have been so painful. My Wendy must have been terrified. The years she'd spent abroad treating it must've been so difficult for her, but at least there still had been ho
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