Dear Husband, I wish you all the best. I am letting you go. No more secret glances. No more secret calls. No more secret box. No more longing looks and quiet sighs. I don't want to hear you mumble her name in our bed at three in the morning with your bourbon breath anyway. Go ahead. Love the love of your life freely. Fly to her. Set me free. Just your wife for now, Soon to be your ex-wife, Never been your love, Matilda Whitmore.

Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika". -Agustin DeLuca.