My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

I enter Daisy’s apartment, and my chauffeur follows me with the box of Barbie’s house.

My brows furrow in confusion as I see Daisy, walking backwards and somebody inside the room is hitting the door.

What’s going on? As I wonder, my heart pounds in my chest.

She instantly turns towards me as her back hits against my body. My heart skips beating and my eyes widen in horror as I see Daisy’s face. Tear-streaked, terrified, blood oozing from the corner of her lips, cheeks reddened, and hair messed up.

I feel extreme rage within me, seeing her miserable state. Whoever did all this, I’ll burn that person alive.

As she hugs me, digging her face in my chest and her sobs echo in the hall, I feel like someone has squeezed my chest. My eyes well up with tears.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I wrap my arms around her and comfort her. “You’re fine, baby.” I pull her closer to me. “I’m with you now.”

“Luke, please.” She pleads, weeping, her body still trembling. “Take me away.”

I want to go inside and kill that bastard, but first, it’s important to relax her. She needs me.

“Don’t worry,” I reassure her, stroking her hair. “We’re leaving.”

As I gently pull her away from me, she glances behind at the door of her room with fear in her eyes, and I feel a pang in my heart.

Without wasting a second, as I pick her in my arms, she buries her face in my shoulder and drapes her arms around my neck, still crying. She holds me so firmly, as if I’m her only lifeline.

“Keep an eye on him.” After instructing my chauffeur, I leave the apartment.

I settle into the driver’s seat, holding her in my arms. My heart is shattering a bit more with every sorrowful whimper, and also the urge to kill that person is rising.

“Everything is alright, Butterfly,” I whisper, caressing her hair. “You’re alright.”

“I’m not fine, Luke,” she begins, clutching my shirt. “He…” she hiccups. “hurts me.”

My blood boils as I hear her words. The thought of someone causing her this much pain and fear is enough to make me lose control, but I have to stay calm for her sake.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I whisper, trying to soothe her. “He won’t hurt you again. I promise.” I kiss her hair.

I drive to my place, thinking about all the ways to torture that person for hurting my butterfly. Daisy clings to me the entire way, her sobs gradually subsiding but her grip remaining firm.

When we arrive, I carry her inside; her face still buried in my chest. I place her on the bed, but she isn’t ready to leave me.

“You’re safe here, Daisy,” I murmur.

She slowly moves away from me and stares at me with her eyes filled with vulnerability and pain, her hands still gripping my shirt.

Her lips wobble as she says, “he touches me, Luke. He made me dirty.” She squeezes her eyes shut and fresh tears roll down her cheeks.

My chest became heavy with pain and my rage intensified, but I composed myself, clutching my hands.

Control yourself, Luke. Daisy needs you.

I gently brush her hair away from her and wipe her tears with my thumbs. “Nothing can make you dirty, Daisy. Nothing. You’re still a beautiful, brave, and strong woman who fought with that bastard.”

She fixes her eyes on me, trying to find some solace in my words.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” I take her hand in mine and lead her to the bathroom.

I run warm water in the bathtub and add some lavender oil to help soothe her. As I turn towards Daisy, I find her staring straight ahead, lost in thought. I don’t want to leave her alone in this condition, but I also can’t overstep my boundaries.

As I place my hand on her face, she drifts her eyes towards me. “Take your time. I’ll be outside. Okay?”

She shakes her head and places her hand on mine. “Please, don’t leave me alone.” As she requests, squeezing my hand, tears stream down her cheeks.

“Okay. I’m here with you. Relax.” I reassure her, blinking my eyes.

“Thank you.”

“You can now take off your clothes and get inside the bathtub,” I say after turning my back to her.

After a few minutes, I turn around and find her sitting in the tub, clutching her knees to her chest and shedding silent tears. I yearn to join her and hold her close to me.

Fuck boundaries! Right now, comforting her is most important to me.

I hastily pull off my white shirt and approach her. Before stepping inside, I take her permission. “Daisy, could I join you? I want-”

“Yes… I need you.” She interjects, her eyes begging me to heal her.

With a nod, I step into the warm water. Settling down behind her, I clasp her hands and draw her closer to me. “Just relax yourself,” I whisper in her ear before snaking my one arm around her waist inside the water and the other one above her chest, holding her close to me. “And lose yourself in my touch and let go of everything.”

I wanted to feel her close to me, but never imagined that it would happen like this. I longed to feel her warm embrace, her gentle touch, and the softness of her skin against mine. But instead, I’m holding her fragile body. It pierces my heart.

I caress my cheek against hers, resting my chin on her shoulder. She places her hands on mine and closes her eyes in a relaxed way, bringing a small smile of relief to my face.

“Feeling better,” I ask after a few minutes, and she gives a nod in response. “Do you want to stay here a little longer?”

She again nods, her eyes closed.

After a while, I again stand, turning my back to her when she emerges out of the tub and wears my shirt.

“I’m done.” As I listen to her soft voice, I turn towards her.

I take her hand in mine and lead her to the room. “Get some sleep now. You’ll feel better.” After making her sit on the bed, as I take a step to leave, she clasps my hand.

“Where are you going?”

“To change.” I gesture to my wet jeans.

“Don’t leave this room.” She clutches my hand, her eyes filled with vulnerability. “I’m afraid.”

“I’m not leaving you alone.” I hold her hand close to my lips and kiss it. “Don’t worry.”

She gives me a slight nod.

“Now lie down.”

She lies down, and I pull the comforter over her before leaning in and pressing my lips on her forehead.

As I change into my joggers, she keeps her eyes fixed on my face, lying on her side.

I join her on the bed, holding her close to me from behind and entwining my fingers with hers. As we lie down in silence, I keep stroking her hand with my thumb, wanting to take away her all pain.

After a few minutes, her sob breaks the peaceful silence. “I can’t take out of my mind what happened today, Luke.” Her voice chokes with emotions. “Please make me yours. I need you so much.”

Her words leave me in shock.