Chapter 46

**Lucas POV**

I felt like a thorn was pulled out when Giselle and I talked. She will quit pushing herself into me. She will keep chasing her real self first. Because I believe that you cannot love fully if you do not love yourself.

She is as shallow as I am. We are just empty boxes. We are not destined for each other. And I am happy that she decided to stop her madness. I know someone deserves her love more than I do.

I can't even forgive him immediately for the sin he committed. It made me relieved that she is repenting for it. I know it is also hard for her, but I wish that she learned her lesson.

As for me, I have learned one of the happiest lessons of my life. That is, accept the situation and see what I have before it is taken from me. Just like Zara, I just wish I could cherish her even more so I could stop her from leaving me.

I still hope that we will meet. I don't know, but I have a feeling and a hunch that we will meet again. And if that day ever comes, Even if he throws me away. I will remind him how much I love him. I will make him feel the true meaning of his life.

God knows how I miss my wife. She is the only one who

could fulfil my emptiness. It is quite lonely and hard for me. These years are the darkest days of my life.

I'm leaving the coffee shop. I know that Giselle will be fine; she is a strong and brave woman. She could stand on her own. I am trusting that she will be in good hands. I loved Giselle, but Zara now holds my heart. Three years have passed.

Zara still holds on to my feelings. Every time he is the content of my dreams, I pray that I will never wake up again.

I'm tired of waking up in bed without him by my side, hugging the cold air every night because I miss him.

When he decided to leave me, I knew that my life had lost its colour. I just want to sleep and never wake up.

I don't want to think that everything he did was just a pretence and a tool to get revenge on me. I don't want to think that everything she did for me was just an illusion; our love was not an illusion. It is not shallow; it is true.

While I was in the car, I was looking at a piece of paper with the address of a resort on an island. I really don't know why she gave this to me. He just said that what I've been looking for for a long time can be found here.

Maybe she is going on vacation? But I don't really have time to rest.

For real, I really have no time to rest or even take a vacation. Ever since I stopped working, the company's growth in the industry has doubled or tripled.

I still have pending meetings to attend. Ever since she left me for unknown reasons, I have only set my priorities on my job and my son. I don't have time for vacations or girls. When I think about turning my attention to another woman, I feel guilty.

I'd rather get older alone if Zara wasn't  my last. I gave my devotion to her.

There are lots of girls trying to jump on me, trying to pursue me into a relationship, or even getting inside my pants. But for some unknown reason, I lost my appetite.

Because I'm the type of man who, when I love, it's too much and completely. I was not the type of person to easily move on. I love Zara so much that I am still not ready to give up on her.

I've gone home already. My son is still busy with his video game. I know he became so stubborn that I can't even fill in all my shortcomings. I am not a very perfect father to my child.

I am trying to be the best father he can have. I know that my son is the only one who has me. But he couldn't see that because the things I had done in the past had also left an impression.

Now I'm reaping the regret of leaving them behind. I ignored them for so long. If I could turn back the clock, maybe I could make it right.

I entered the office. I have a complete picture of us on my desk. Me with Zara and our son Enrique.

We only have a small picture. I'm just looking at the picture and looking back at our memories.

I took the picture frame and kissed it.

"Zara, I miss you so much. Wherever I've fallen short, my love, I'm ready to fill it. If saying I'm sorry isn't enough, just say it, and I'll do everything. Just forgive me. I just want to create more memories with you. I just need you to complete my emptiness, love. I'm ready to accept you again. Just come back, my love. I'm still not giving up. I'll wait for you until you come back again. I love you so much," I said while I was smiling and tears were falling down my cheeks.

I love this woman like she is my world. When she left me, the light of my life also left me with nothing but darkness.

I lost a lot when I lost him, too. I just want a whole family with him. I just want someone to go home with who is there with him.

I can sacrifice everything just to have her again. If I need a miracle, I will ask God for it.

I'm willing to work hard just to get him back. I will not give up; one day we will meet again.

I turned my gaze to my table. There are piles of documents that I need to sign and read again. I have a lot of decisions to make.

I can't help but  massage my temple. I am having my usual headache. It is inevitable in my field to have this kind of pain. Handling a big and well-known corporation is not easy. Especially since every decision that I make will affect the company, The highest decision will be mine; the accountability will be mine. Stability is for us.

I took a paper and read it. It seems that Rutherford is gradually getting more money from our other sales, right? Although we are still dominant in the business world, they are still creating a loud sound for us. They could be an official threat to our businesses.

I can't agree to that.

I might set up a couple of meetings with board directors and some higher-ups to resolve these issues. I have heard of other assassinations within the company. I will let someone investigate these issues to settle the rumours.

But anyway, I should proceed with the papers. I looked at the clock. It is already midnight, and I also have my dinner. But I still have to finish everything. It's still near midnight, but I'm still half-hearted.

My eyes are getting heavier; it's painful. I want to rest, but these papers need to be submitted sooner so that some projects can move forward.

Someone knocked on my door. When I opened it, it was Mom. Is she still awake? It's already late...

"Mom? What are you doing here? It's late and you're still awake." I asked her. She raised her eyebrows in a sarcastic way.

"Son, I am the one who needs to ask that question. It is late at night, yet you are still awake. What's going on?" she asked.

I massage my forehead. "I am still working, mom. I can sleep on that too. And you should too," I said, but mom didn't seem to agree.

"I've heard that, bro, you are intended to work until 4 a. m. and you will only sleep for one hour. You are killing yourself again! May I remind you, young man, that you were just recently hospitalised because of being too much of a workaholic?" I know. I said I was very busy with work.

"Mom, this is for our company!" My reason is that I don't really want to argue since I am tired and sleepy yet.

"No Lucas, Son Blackwood. Youre still doing this because you're still not over her! You're killing yourself, son! Take a break!" said mom.

Okay, fine, mom, I will get a vacation. For you to be quiet, Mom. Okay? But just three days?" I said.

Mom shook her head. "No son, 1 week. That is final! Take Enrique with you so you don't get bored."