บท 62: Chapter 2

"Good morning, sweet wife."

Lucian. My husband. His hair as dark as ever and his smile, brighter than the sun. He looked at me with those golden eyes filled with love.

"Where have you been. I have been waiting for you."

"I am always with, wherever you are." He smiled caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

I leaned into him wrapping my arms around his waist but I grasped thin air. He was gone, just like that.

"Lucian?" I called carefully, fear creeping into my chest.

"Lucian where are you? Lucian? Lucian?!"

"Don't you understand? Lucian is dead. He is dead!"

I shot my eyes open. Pierre was towering over me, gazing down at me with annoyance.

"Lu...cian.." I tried to sit up but my body refused.

Pierre lay his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down gently.

"Don't exhaust yourself, let me take care of you now." He said nicely but that nice smile of

his was disturbing.