Valerie looked at the young woman in front of her. The truth was, yes, at some point, she might have felt a little jealous. But now that they were having a conversation, it was clear that there was nothing wrong with her. On the contrary, she was pure sweetness.
It was strange, though. Peter had always been surrounded by a long list of women in his youth, and none of them were like her. Even if she included herself, she didn’t resemble the type of woman he used to date.
“I know it sounds a little strange, but yes, we’ve built a life over there. We have our memories, our home, our businesses. I know it sounds harsh, but even though the people who hurt my husband and his family are in prison, this place is a constant reminder of what happened,” Valerie said honestly.
She didn’t know why she was opening up like this, but one thing was certain—Celeste made her feel comfortable. And now that she knew Celeste had been part of Peter’s past too, her perspective shifted.
“I see! Believe me, I understand. For many years, I didn’t want to stay in Willowcombe. That’s where my parents lived and died. For a long time, I couldn’t stand being there, and now I miss my hometown. I know we have a lot of comforts here, but I prefer the countryside, the peace of my home.
My house isn’t much—it doesn’t compare to this place,” Celeste said, glancing around. “But before coming here, I lived in my house in Bassano. It’s small and up in the mountains. I love it. I have a lot of space, and I understand why you want to go back. There’s nothing like home, right?”
“That’s right… This place is beautiful, but we can’t stay. Maybe our children can adapt, but sometimes the bad outweighs the good, and that’s hard to ignore.”
Valerie and Celeste kept talking for a while, making the most of the time before Serenity joined them, since she was still in the shower. In another situation, Valerie realized, she and Celeste could have been good friends.
Now, she had to admit that Peter couldn’t have ended up in better hands. What struck her as curious was that, not even in her wildest dreams, would she have imagined that the Peter from all those years ago would end up marrying the little girl Aurora had once protected.
Fate wove its threads in the most unusual ways. She could stay trapped in the past, but it wasn’t the time for that anymore. It was time to move forward, to turn the page, and see what the future had in store for her and her family.
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