𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-32

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Myra felt a sharp ache pierce her heart as Diego's words sank in. She could hardly breathe, her vision blurring with tears as she imagined the agony he had endured, both physically and mentally.

How could a father do such a thing to his child?

The thought made her chest tighten with pain. Diego, just a ten-year-old boy, had been shot by the person he admired most—his own father, Jonathan.

"Stop crying, my moon." Diego murmured, his voice soft and soothing, even as a gentle smile played on his lips. He reached out and brushed away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. "Why are you crying? It was me who got shot, not you."

But his attempt to comfort her only made her tears flow faster. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest, her body trembling as she sobbed.

Myra didn't know whether she was trying to comfort him or herself. All she knew was that the pain she felt for him was overwhelming as if his suffering had become her own.

"I should have been there for you... I should have been," she whispered between her sobs, her voice choked with emotion.

Diego's smile widened, a warmth filling his chest as he felt the depth of her love. He tightened his hold around her, letting her cry, knowing it was her way of releasing the pain she felt for him.

"You... you went through so much, and I..." Myra's words came out in broken chunks, each laced with anguish.

She could hardly comprehend how he had survived such betrayal. Her heart ached just imagining the fear and confusion he must have felt when the one person he trusted most turned on him so cruelly.

"Shh..." Diego gently interrupted, his thumb tenderly wiping away her tears. "You were just three years old back then, my moon. We didn't even know each other existed. Don't cry, okay? You know I hate to see your tears. Stop crying."

Despite his soothing words, Myra's tears wouldn't cease. She hugged him tighter, her sobs quieter now but no less heartbreaking. 

She could not help it—the thought of what he had been through, the cruelty of it all, was too much to bear.

Diego sighed softly, resting his chin on her head as he held her close. "You know, if I'd known telling you about my past would make you cry like this, I would have kept it to myself," he said with a lighthearted chuckle, trying to lift the mood.

Myra pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes still wet with tears but now glinting with a hint of defiance. 

She glared at him, and Diego couldn't help but laugh, wiping away another stray tear. Her tear-streaked cheeks and pouting lips made his heart swell with even more affection.

"I don't want to see another tear fall from your eyes, Myra." Diego's voice had turned serious, a rare intensity flashing in his gaze.

He hated those tears, hated seeing her in pain because of his past. But even the stern edge in his tone wasn't enough to faze Myra. She met his gaze and, with a light scoff, turned her head away.

"Always threatening." she muttered, her tone light but defiant, as she turned her face away from him. 

Diego's lips twitched into an amused smile; even when he was serious, she wasn't afraid. It was as if her love made her fearless.

"I need to threaten my wife when she's being stubborn." he replied, his voice playful, his words dancing between a gentle scold and a tease.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, and a small, sweet smile broke through her resolve. She couldn't hide the fluttering warmth in her chest, the butterflies that came alive at his touch.