Andrea is on a mission to seek revenge against Lucas, a multi billionaire, who took over her father's company by unjust means nine years ago. She wants Lucas to face the helplessness she faced when she and her family lost everything.
She has made a...
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TWO
Lucas's PoV
After dropping Sam off, I drove my car to a flower shop I frequented. Parking my car and after paying the charge, I walked to the shop where I was greeted by the sixty-year-old owner, Delilah.
"Hi, Lucas. How are you doing? Want your usual carnation or something else today?"
"Hi, Delilah. I'm doing fine. How are you and your husband? How did the operation go? And this time I want a bouquet of daisies, I read somewhere that they symbolize innocence, purity, and happiness."
She walked to the back of the shop. "Nice choice. I'll make one for you. Roger is doing fine, though he is pissed that he is stuck at home in bed."
I laughed when I heard about him. He was a really funny man and could lighten up any room. "You do know that the old man has the mind of a child and needs constant attention and entertainment."
"That's true, dear."
She came out of the back with the prepared bouquet. "Just call me if you need any help, Delilah. We can give him the best services and you don't have to work these many hours for the money."
She put the bouquet on the counter and smacked me with the heavy register on the arm. I gave her a fake glare. "Ouch, that hurt."
"And it should. You think I don't know who the anonymous benefactor of the operation was."
I smiled sheepishly at this and rubbed the back of my neck. She handed me the bouquet and I paid the money for it.
"Now enough of this chit-chat and scram from here."
"Ouch! You kicking me out, Delilah?"
"Yes, now shoo." She knew how to lift someone's mood. I walked back to my car and drove to the graveyard. My mood dropped as I remembered what I was here for. I came here every alternate day to place flowers on my child's headstone.
I greeted the caretaker and walked to the back where the grave was. I bent down on my knees to caress the stone. Removing the dead flowers, I replaced them with fresh daisies.
Today was special. It makes seven months since my baby had been aborted. I had named him or her Caelan, which meant 'eternal warrior'. It was very fitting.
I talked about how I spent my day. This was usually what I did when I came here. I wished Andrea had not taken such a drastic step. Then perhaps I would be talking to her stomach instead and feeling for kicks.
I wiped the lone tear that had left my eye as I fantasied that my child was alive.
Kissing the stone with two fingers, I said goodbye to Caelan and wished that she or he may be happy in heaven.
