My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 842

Chapter 0842

“Peter, she’s been by your side through everything. And let me tell you–she’s an incredible woman. When I saw you with Celeste, I asked myself the same thing: How the hell did he fall for this woman? But honestly… after 20 years, I realized I didn’t know anything about you anymore”

“What I can tell you is that before your surgery, you and Celeste looked completely in love. You took care of her, protected her, as if she were the most precious thing in your life. And… there’s one more thing you should know.”

“What? There’s more?!” Peter asked, his voice cold but laced with concern.

“Yes… She’s pregnant. You’re going to be a father, Peter. Celeste is five months along. I don’t know all the details, but when you returned to Valeria, she was already almost four months pregnant.”

Peter’s eyes widened.

Just a moment ago, he had been convinced that woman wasn’t his type. And yet… here was the undeniable proof that something had happened between them. That, at some point, he had wanted her.

Because she was carrying his child.

“I’m… I’m going to be a father…” Peter whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Yeah… and the sooner you accept it, the less likely you are to say or do something stupid in front of her. Trust me, I don’t know her that well, but she’s been here, looking after you. She never gave up on the idea that you’d wake up, that you wouldn’t leave her alone. And here you are.”

“Pff. ‘Life‘. What life? What the hell do I even call ‘normal‘ anymore? I don’t have a single damn memory! You’re telling me I made peace with Maximus, that I have a son who’s already married, a grandson, and two more on the way. And to top it all off, you’re saying I was about to marry a woman who, as far as I’m concerned, is a complete stranger!”

“Peter, I’m asking you to really think about what you say and do after this conversation. Don’t hurt people who don’t deserve your anger or your hatred, just because they’re not what you expected.”

“Marcus, what the hell am I supposed to do? Tell me! How the fuck am I supposed to accept that I’m a man in his forties?! That mentally, I’m basically crippled?!”

“Why even ask that? You take what’s yours, and you work to accept that this is your new life with the maturity you should have.”

“Oh, that’s easy for you to say! You have all your memories Meanwhile, I don’t have half of my fucking life!” Peter growled, gripping his head in frustration.