Agustin DeLuca stared at the photographs, his veins pulsing with fury as he saw his wife in another man's embrace. Renowned for his unyielding nature and arrogance, he believed himself an expert in reading people, believing nothing could escape his piercing gaze. Yet, irony struck – he failed to recognize the truth when innocence shone in her eyes, and vulnerability begged him to trust her. Two years ago, he lost everything due to a misguided trust, but now armed with the truth, he was determined to reclaim what mattered most. "Get ready, Onika DeLuca," he muttered to himself, determination gleaming in his eyes, carrying a dark resolve. "I swear, the face I'll remember on my deathbed will be yours, the last desire of my heart, whether it be today, tomorrow, or decades hence. Forever, it will be you, Onika," declared Agustin DeLuca, his voice heavy with emotion.
