My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 840

After a lot of back and forth, Marcus finally decided to go in. He knew his friend wasn’t an easy man, but above all, he understood that if anyone could keep things under control, it was him. So, setting aside any negative thoughts, everyone agreed that Marcus should be the one to talk to Peter.

Minutes later, Marcus stepped into Peter’s room. He felt nervous, though he couldn’t quite understand why. The man lying in that bed had been his best friend, and the age Peter remembered himself as had been one of their best years together.

"I can smell your fear from here," Peter said, staring at his reflection in the window.

"Peter! How are you?" Marcus replied, his nerves showing.

It was obvious—Peter’s gaze wasn’t the same as it had been before his operation.

"Get that scared look off your face! You’re making me think whatever happened to me is really bad."

"It’s not that…! It’s just… there’s a lot we need to talk about," Marcus said, unsure where to start.

"Then start, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t make sense of anything," Peter replied, frustration clear in his voice. "Imagine waking up and seeing a woman you don’t recognize, surrounded by people you’ve never seen before."

"How far back do you remember?" Marcus asked carefully.

"So it is bad, huh?" Peter said, his eyes turning cold.

"What?" Marcus asked, feeling the weight of that gaze.

"All the doctors keep asking me the same thing over and over. Can you cut the act and just be honest with me? Tell me—what the hell is happening to me?" Peter snapped, exasperated.

Marcus took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. His mouth opened, then closed again—he had no idea how to begin. How was he supposed to sum up 23 years of Peter’s life? He didn’t know the details of those missing decades, but he did know some things. He’d tell Peter what he could, and leave the rest to Celeste and Maximus.

"Marcus, what I remember is a dinner. You and me, in New York. Then I met a gorgeous woman, went to a hotel with her, spent the night… and after that, nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"What you remember is a dinner where you left with a woman we met at a bar. The truth is, you never saw her again. It was just a one-night thing, and then you went back to Valentia."

"She didn’t do this to me?"

"No, no. She was just a fling, like I said. From what you told me back then, months after that trip, your grandmother Catherine reached out to you and asked you to look after a young girl. Her name was Mary, she was 18, and she was Hesperian."

"Did she do this to me?" Peter asked, staring intently at his friend.

"No! Let me explain what I know, and little by little, you’ll understand. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much at once. Mary lived with you for a few months. I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but at some point, you told me you’d fallen in love with her. And then… Katherine showed up."

"Tell me! What happened? You know Katherine isn’t just any woman," Peter said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Peter—the Peter who had just woken up—remembered Katherine vividly. She was the woman he had been hopelessly in love with, and he couldn’t hide it.

"Peter, to sum it up… You and Katherine… You have a son together."

"So that means… Katherine and I finally…" Peter murmured, lost in thought.