My Endless Sorrow
No matter how desperately he shouted my name outside, I refused to let him in.
When I wouldn't open the door, he stayed in his car, smoking through the night.
Each morning, as I walked to work, he would follow at a distance, silent yet persistent.
Then, trouble struck the Kingstons’ company—the stock plummeted, forcing Lucas to leave.
Before he left, he placed our old engagement ring at my doorstep, clinging to the hope that something could still be salvaged.
"Lily," he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you."