CHAPTER 12

Lucas’ POV Giselle went out of the country, and I drove her to the airport last night. I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss knowing that I would miss her. With nothing to do at our love nest, I returned home, only to be greeted by darkness.             As I walked into my room, I collided with a woman, and her vomit stained my shirt. Frustrated, I cursed loudly, but she was too intoxicated to comprehend what had happened. The temptation to do something terrible to this drunken woman loomed over me, but I resisted.             I took the responsibility of cleaning up the mess she had made, but I didn't bother changing her clothes—why would I? Instead, I took a shower and went to bed. However, falling asleep wasn't easy.             Thoughts of my son, Enrique, filled my mind. Neglecting his growth was my own doing, driven by my resentment toward his mother. Yet, spending just a few hours with him felt strangely liberating. He was smart and kind, and I couldn't deny the similarities