Peter, Theodore, and Ethan returned home. Peter carried Ethan in his arms, the boy completely knocked out from the long day. He brought him to his room, gently laid him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. Though he didn’t change him into pajamas, he managed to remove his shoes and blazer. Pe
I learned she eventually married my best friend. I know she spent some years alone after I was presumed dead, but it wasn’t enough time for me to reconnect with her. So, the healthiest option was to remain “dead” to her and him. After looking into their lives, I found my daughter was in good hands.
Peter and Celeste drove along the highway, heading toward a dark and isolated area. Celeste couldn’t shake her growing unease as the city lights faded into the distance. Internally, she cursed herself for accepting his invitation. She barely knew the man behind the wheel, and a flood of scenarios ra
“You have a cat?”“Yes! Look…” Celeste said, pulling out her phone and showing Peter the lock screen photo.Peter noticed two things immediately. First, the phone was a bit outdated, confirming her financial struggles. Yet despite that, Celeste carried herself like royalty—it wasn’t about her clothe
Celeste, still dressed in her elegant gown, was preparing coffee in the small kitchen while Peter waited in the cozy living room. Spike, her old and wise cat, noticed the presence of a stranger in their home. Emerging from the bedroom, the feline approached Peter with a watchful gaze. With slow, del
“I don’t think so,” Celeste said with a laugh. “Look at us—we’ve been talking for hours, and I’m not bored at all.”Her words lingered in the air, creating a comfortable warmth between them, one that neither had felt in a very long time."Really? You don’t find talking to me boring?” Peter asked, ra
Peter stood face-to-face with Marcus Bartz, the man’s presence a stark reminder of a past he had tried to bury. The good mood Peter had arrived with vanished instantly. A chill coursed through him as he understood what this visit could mean. His previously relaxed demeanor shifted—his dark eyes now
“Don’t worry, Theodore. Everything’s fine,” Peter replied with a faint smile.Theodore poured the coffee and exited, aware of the tension in the room. As he closed the door, he silently cursed the timing of Marcus’s visit. It seemed cruel that on the very day Peter had taken a rare step out of his s
"Celeste, there’s nothing to worry about. Look, all of these symptoms are completely normal.""What do you mean, Dr. Kensington? Normal? I don’t feel normal at all...""Celeste, my dear, your situation is very normal. Congratulations! You’re pregnant!"Celeste’s face turned pale. Just when she had d
“Valerie! What are you doing up so early and on your feet?”“Hi, Emma! I was a little hungry and came for some milk and cake. By the way, Serenity should be having breakfast by now, but I don’t see her. Maybe I should go wake her up.”“No, sweetheart, don’t worry. Serenity didn’t sleep here last nig
Valerie got out of bed, woken by the insistent hunger of her babies. Her head felt like a tangled mess. She was dizzy, confused, unable to make sense of what was happening. How had her marriage ended up hanging by a thread? And why did she keep seeing Peter?Years ago, she had accepted that he was g
'“I’ll never forget you, I promise. But I want to spend the rest of my life with someone. And if life smiles on me with children, I’ll always tell them about you, and I’ll ask you to watch over them. I know you’ll agree that it’s time for me to move forward. It’s been so many years, and I think I’ve
[Celeste's P.O.V]Celeste sat by the window, gazing outside. Her legs ached slightly, though the medication she was receiving dulled most of the pain from her injuries. For a moment, she focused on the sky, letting her thoughts wander to her life and the struggles that had shaped it. She often felt
Peter left the hospital to meet with Darius. His plan was to make all the necessary arrangements to ensure he wouldn’t have to return to Valentia. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, especially now that his memories were slowly coming back. He couldn’t afford to leave any loose ends—he needed to o
Before long, Peter arrived at the hospital where Celeste was being examined by a doctor Peter trusted."Peter," the doctor said, "I’ve checked on Celeste. Her wounds are healing well. If things continue like this, we can consider discharging her. After all, I know you’ll take good care of her. There
Peter took a bath and a short nap. He woke up when he felt someone tugging on his hair—a small hand playing with his curls."Ethan, aren’t you going to school?" said Peter, groggy, with his eyes still closed."Yeah, but I want you to take me. Where have you been, Grandpa?""I’ve had a lot of work, a
Camille, having seen Marcus storm out, went to find the girl she considered her daughter. She found Valerie in tears, embraced her, and said:“Valerie, my love, I don’t think this is going to work. Have you thought about whether it might be better to end things?”“What?”“Valerie, darling, I’m not b