My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 556

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Peter could hear the absurdity in his own words as they hung in the air. It struck him like a slap in the face. Every time Mary called, he dropped everything to help her, escort her to therapy, or be her sounding board. Celeste was right he hadn’t truly let go of his ex. Even if their relationship wasn’t physical, he was emotionally tethered to the past, and the people hurt most by his indecision were the ones in his present. 

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He stood in silence for a moment, replaying his own words, his thoughts sharpening with clarity. But the stillness was broken by Celeste’s voice. 

“All done? You’ve said what you needed to say, and I’ve heard what I didn’t want to. Now, I’m asking you to leave my house, Peter. It’s clear to me what needs to happen–you have to sort out your life, past, present, and future. But not with me. I’ll repeat what I’ve already said, even though what I’ve heard makes me want to reconsider: our children aren’t to blame. If you want to be part of their lives, fine. But as for you and me? That’s over. Period.” 

“Celeste… Please, let me finish,” Peter pleaded, his voice shaking. 

“No! I’ve heard enough. I don’t need to keep learning how you made a fool of me. I don’t need to hear how you prioritized your past, knowing full well she was married. For God’s sake, Peter! She had–or has- husband. I don’t know anymore! But you knew that and still chose to insert yourself into her life. Do you realize how much this hurts? What am I supposed to think? That you just calmly went to see her, had coffee, chatted about times, and then came home to me? It doesn’t make any sense. It’s disgusting.” 

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Celeste’s voice cracked as tears began streaming down her face. “Please, leave. We have nothing left to talk about. 

“Celeste… Please. I love you!” 

“No, Peter. You and she don’t know what love is. You want to live love? Love is more than just the good times. That line–in good times and bad‘–it means something. Love isn’t just about when everything’s easy; it’s about when everything’s falling apart.” 

Celeste’s words hit Peter like a hammer, each one heavier than the last. 

“Grow up, Peter. You can’t keep waving the flag of your accident and your past as an excuse. That’s over. The present is here, but neither you nor she seem willing to let go of what’s behind you. Where is she now? Let me guess she’s at home, with her husband and her kids. And you? Feeling lonely, you come to me, hoping to have a safe place to land. But let her falter again, and you’ll run right back to her. That’s not love, Peter.” 

“Celeste, please, don’t see it that way,” Peter begged, his voice trembling. “I never meant to hurt you. I was trying to do the right thing. With Mary, I didn’t know how to react. I never wanted to hurt you–I wanted to start a life with you.” 

“Well, you started it, and you ended it,” Celeste snapped. es, Peter, you ended it the day you left me alone. The day you came back and, for whatever reason, were intimate with me, only to leave the next morning. Your mind wasn’t with me that day, and now I know where it was.” 

As Celeste finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She instinctively clutched her belly and doubled over. Peter caught her before she collapsed and was horrified to see blood trickling down her legs. 

“My babies!” Celeste cried, her voice trembling with fear. 

“Don’t worry! We’re going to the hospital!” Peter said, swallowing his panic. “Everything will be fine!”