Hospitality Man Series II: His Magnificent Specimen (ENGLISH VERSION)

On the day I first tasted the sweetness of true love, I had no inkling that it would also be the day I would be plunged into a sea of pain, sorrow, and regret. I had poured every fiber of my being into our relationship, my intentions clear and pure—I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, to find happiness in her presence, to build a future where we could both thrive. Back then, nothing else mattered. Not the challenges, not the circumstances, not the world outside the bubble we had created. All I wanted was to be happy, truly happy, for the first time in my life. She was my sun, my clouds, my moon, and my stars. She was everything. But one flaw, one misstep, and everything unraveled. I don’t know if her heart truly changed, but I cling to the fragile hope that it hasn’t. Deep down, I know it’s my fault. If I hadn’t been so reckless, so careless with her heart, she might still be here, by my side, loving me as fiercely as I love her. There are days when I torment myself, replaying every mistake, every moment where I could have done better. The blame is mine to bear, the weight of our shattered connection heavy on my shoulders. I’ve drowned myself in bars, in bottles of liquor, hoping to forget, to numb the pain. But every time I think I’m ready to move on, the memories stab at me like a lightning bolt from Zeus himself, piercing through my chest. She never leaves my mind, not even for a second. I love her. I love her so much that the thought of her absence is unbearable. Every morning I wake up, and the emptiness beside me is a reminder of what I’ve lost. I hate myself for letting her go, for not fighting harder when she was about to leave. It was the most foolish, impulsive decision I’ve ever made. I was caught in the moment, blinded by pride, and now I’m paying the price. Looking back at what my life could have been with her, something inside me snaps. I realize that with all my influence, wealth, and power, I will find her. I will find them. I channel my frustration into my work, into my business. I keep myself busy, physically and mentally, but my thoughts always drift back to her. Where is she? Where are they? When the loneliness becomes too much, I find solace in the arms of the woman who played a part in ruining my life—the mother of my daughter. We were never married; I never saw her as my wife. My heart is torn, shredded, lost in the void she left behind. When she walked away, she took a piece of me with her—my soul, my life, my heart. What remains is fractured, incomplete, and I know it will never be whole again until she returns. I’ve cried myself to sleep more nights than I care to admit. It’s not a manly thing to do, but it’s the only way I can release the pain, the regret, the sorrow. And then, hours later, I pull myself together and carry on, vowing that no matter where I go or what I do, she will always be in my thoughts. She is the reason I keep going. I love her. I made a vow to the heavens above that with their guidance, I will find her, no matter what it takes. I love her, and I want to see my son as much as I want to see his mother. It’s been five years of cold, empty nights and endless days. I won’t endure another five years of this misery. I’ve been searching for her, tracking her down. Her former butler told me she changed her name, trying to disappear, to live a quiet life away from the world that knows her too well. It will take time, but I have the resources, the power, and the determination to bring her back to me. I’m thirty years old now, but my heart remains reserved, waiting for her. I will find them. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then someday. As long as I live, I will search for them. That is the promise I’ve made to myself—a promise born of love, of desperation, of hope. Every morning, as the sun rises, I’m reminded of that promise. I would cross planets, traverse galaxies, just to be with her again. My love for her knows no bounds; it is infinite, unyielding, and eternal. I love her with every fiber of my being. And with every ounce of confidence in my heart, I know I will find them soon. --- She resembles a goddess, her beauty ethereal and captivating. Her hair flows like a waterfall, her lips perfect, inviting, as if crafted by the hands of a divine artist. Her eyes shimmer like moonlit steel, a mesmerizing blend of dark brown and gray. Her face is radiant, flawless, and her delicate features are framed by perfectly shaped brows and thick lashes. She is beauty incarnate. I kissed her as if the world were ending, my lips devouring hers with a hunger that could not be tamed. My tongue explored her mouth, and slowly, she responded, her own tongue meeting mine in a dance of passion. Our kiss deepened, the sound of our connection filling the room, a symphony of desire. She pulled me closer, her touch igniting a fire within me, a pleasure so intense it left me breathless. --- I woke with a start, my body still seated in the white leather chair of my office. It had been a dream, a vivid, intoxicating dream of the past—a past I still cling to, a past I’m not ready to let go of. I often dream of her, her face, her touch, her presence. Perhaps it’s because she’s always on my mind, her absence a constant ache in my chest. I smiled faintly, remembering the first time I saw her. From that moment, I knew I needed her in my life. My life would never be complete without her. But as the smile faded, the pain returned, sharp and unrelenting. The world felt darker, heavier, as if the light had been drained from it. I stood and walked to the glass window of my office, overlooking the city below. My company’s building stood forty stories tall, and from this height, the world seemed both vast and small. I adjusted my gray coat, the fabric smooth against my skin, but no amount of warmth could ease the coldness inside me. I sighed, my breath fogging the glass. I knew what—or rather, who—I was searching for. My eyes scanned the city below, as if she might appear among the bustling streets. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple. She was gone, and finding her would take more than just looking. Five years. It had been five years since she left, taking our child with her. My son would be five years old now, a thought that filled me with both excitement and despair. I missed them both terribly, and the thought of not knowing where they were, of not being able to hold them, was a torment I could barely endure. Where are you? Where are you both? I would live a thousand years if it meant finding you. I’m dying to see you, to hold you, to explain everything. Why didn’t you listen to me? Why did you let anger cloud your judgment? Now I’m left here, broken and lost. I miss you. But I’ve promised myself not to let the pain consume me. I want to be strong, not just for myself, but for you. When we meet again, I want you to see that I’ve held myself together, that I’ve fought to become the man you once loved. After all, it was my looks that first drew you to me. Perhaps they’ll draw you back. I’ve hired the best—Halter Borbon, a genius in his field—to track her down. For three years, he’s been searching, following every lead, every clue. My company, the Imperial Group, is the richest conglomerate in Australia, a testament to my determination and drive. But even with all my wealth and power, finding her has proven to be my greatest challenge. I sighed again, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. I couldn’t accept how my life had turned out. If only Eurika hadn’t interfered that day, if only she hadn’t stepped in when she did, maybe I could have explained. Maybe things would have been different. But it’s too late now. The past is written, and all I can do is move forward, clinging to the hope that one day, I’ll find her. One day, I’ll make things right.