My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 896

"I know her. I know I didn’t spend much time with her, but I met her a little over 20 years ago. I was only 16, and she must have been around 18. She worked at the same bar as me. She was a waitress and sometimes helped the rock band with vocals. I, being underage, was stuck washing dishes—out of sight. My boss was a great man. I remember she had a different name… if I’m not mistaken, we all called her Angie. Her full name was Angela Palmer.

"We had a mutual friend who introduced us, but we barely spent any time together. Now that I think about it, it sounds ridiculous, but I’ve liked Peter since then. Actually, I finally understand why I like him more with this personality than when we first started dating."

"Why?" Diana asked, intrigued.

"Because this is the real Peter. This is the man I used to see picking up Angela—a charismatic guy, always smiling, and, my God, you could tell from miles away how much he adored her. If I was already nervous about Katherine, imagine how I feel now. I swear, I had buried this part of my life. It was a tough time, so I tried to forget it."

"Celeste, stop thinking about the past. Let it go. Your life is completely different now. Peter could have chosen Katherine. He could have just helped you with the girls and stayed out of your life, but he didn’t.

From what I see, you two are glued together. He showers you with attention. If he weren’t interested in you—if he wanted one of those two women—he wouldn’t act like this with you."

"Do you really believe that?" Celeste asked painfully.

"Yes, I do. And whatever thoughts are creeping into your head, shut them down completely."

Celeste gave her a half-smile. She couldn’t deny that it was hard for Diana to understand what she was going through at that moment. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach and winced, making Diana move closer.

"Are you okay?" Diana asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I must just be exhausted. The evening hasn’t even started, and I already feel drained."

"It’s normal. Too many intense emotions. Plus, you’re almost seven months along… Do you want me to call Peter? Do you want to see a doctor?" Diana asked, studying her face.

"No, don’t worry. I just need to sit down. I’ll do my best, and after dinner, I’ll excuse myself and rest."

"Alright! But if you start feeling worse, you should tell Peter. Maybe—"

"No, don’t worry. There’s no need to alarm anyone. Let’s just go inside—it’s cold out here. Let’s have dinner and let the evening unfold peacefully."

"Fine. But if anything happens, just tell me. And if you don’t want to ‘bother’ anyone, I’ll take you to the hospital myself."

"I’m fine! Don’t worry…"

Both women headed back inside. The kids were already with Emma and Camille, so the living room had become a gathering of adults, each caught up in their own conversations.

Peter spotted Celeste as soon as she walked in. Something was definitely off. She looked pale and exhausted. Excusing himself from Marcus, he quickly made his way to her.

"Celeste, what’s wrong, love? Are you feeling okay?" he asked, worried.