Chapter 0859
“Tell me more about us,” Peter said as he drove.
Celeste stared at him, momentarily stunned. But she understood–he was trying to connect the missing pieces of his memory.
So, she told him.
She talked about everything they had lived through in Valentia and Slovenia. The memories brought out a mix of emotions–love, tenderness, sadness, even anxiety.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked when he noticed how her expression shifted from calm to withdrawn.
Celeste took a deep breath, letting out a sigh as if trying to release the knot in her throat. That knot had been sitting there ever since she left Peter’s house in Slovenia, when she had convinced herself she needed to walk away.
“Nothing,” she answered curtly.
“Are you completely sure?” Peter raised an eyebrow, pulling the car over to the side of the road.
Then, without another word, he got out, walked around the car, and opened her door. He extended his hand, helping her step out.
It was obvious she was trying to hold it together. But her eyes were filled with unshed tears, a silent proof of the pain she had been carrying.
“Come here,” Peter said softly. “Tell me what’s wrong. I know you’re not saying everything you want to. I can see it in your eyes. And those tears? They’re saying more than your words ever could.”
“It’s not easy, Peter!” she burst out. “This pregnancy hasn’t been easy… Don’t take this the wrong way, but from the moment you came into my life, I knew you were a hurricane. I knew you would come in and destroy everything in your path.”
She took another shaky breath, trying to hold back her tears
“For almost a year, I lived by your side. Sometimes, you were everything a woman could ever want. But other times … you were gone. Absent. You would disappear for months, and I had no idea if you would ever come back.
“For the longest time, I thought it would’ve been better if we had never met.
“Right before your surgery, I had decided–it was best for us to part ways. Being with you only brought me pain.
“But then, knowing that your life was at risk, I couldn’t let go.
“I know how hard it is to grow up without parents, Peter. And I don’t want that for my children.”
She wiped at her tears, though they kept falling.
“I was an orphan. You have no idea how hard that was for me.
“I always dreamed of finding someone to love, getting married, having children, living in a modest house with a garden and a small vegetable patch… Watching my kids grow up with the man I loved.
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