After that brief conversation, Peter wrapped his arms around Celeste. She could feel the warmth radiating from him as his strong embrace surrounded her. It had been months since she had felt anything like this.And yet, the man holding her now was nothing like the Peter she remembered. His warmth, h
On the way, just like Peter had said, he stopped by a bakery and bought a cheesecake with berries. Then, he picked up some strawberries and other berries—something to help Celeste get through the trip. As for himself, he only had coffee, but strangely, even though it was the same coffee he always dr
"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
"If you’re asking me if I’m scared—yeah. I’m terrified. This has never happened to me before… at least, not that I remember."When I was 25, I won’t lie to you—I wasn’t a saint. Not even close. Money and pleasure were my priorities. Back then, I had a toxic, messed up relationship with Alden’s mothe
Mary stood on the balcony of the room she had slept in for the past three years. She didn't want to turn on the lights; the darkness of the night would hide the tears rolling down her cheeks.'This is over! I can't go on like this. I can't take it anymore,' she thought as she stared straight ahead.
Mary was exhausted from all the crying. As she put on her pajamas, she saw a large bruise on her stomach, caused by the blow her husband had landed earlier that day. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she chose not to think about it anymore. This wasn't the first time it had happened, so seeing her s
Mary lay down, trying to calm herself and find the right words to tell Catherine that divorce was the only viable option for her marriage. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a new text message.[How did you like yesterday's scene?You know, this isn't the first time. We do it once or twice a day; your
After what felt like a long journey, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. Mary was pale and unconscious. One of the paramedics said, "She has lost a lot of blood. Let's hope we can still do something."Another said, "We have to. She's so young, she can't die like this.""I don't know what
"If you’re asking me if I’m scared—yeah. I’m terrified. This has never happened to me before… at least, not that I remember."When I was 25, I won’t lie to you—I wasn’t a saint. Not even close. Money and pleasure were my priorities. Back then, I had a toxic, messed up relationship with Alden’s mothe
"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
On the way, just like Peter had said, he stopped by a bakery and bought a cheesecake with berries. Then, he picked up some strawberries and other berries—something to help Celeste get through the trip. As for himself, he only had coffee, but strangely, even though it was the same coffee he always dr
After that brief conversation, Peter wrapped his arms around Celeste. She could feel the warmth radiating from him as his strong embrace surrounded her. It had been months since she had felt anything like this.And yet, the man holding her now was nothing like the Peter she remembered. His warmth, h
This kiss was full of longing, desire, and passion—an intensity that, if left unchecked, could lead to something much more."Peter… you don’t remember me. You don’t even feel comfortable around me," she reminded him, trying to create some distance.Peter simply smiled, his expression calm—almost amu
Peter stood in the doorway, watching Celeste. He lingered there for a moment, exhausted from the long day. Slowly, he stepped inside, unsure of what to say or do. Luckily, she was asleep, lying on her side with her back to him.He moved closer, at first intending to wake her and have a long conversa
Theodore reappeared in Peter’s room shortly after, carrying a set of clothes. Peter looked at them and couldn’t believe the man’s terrible taste. Everything looked outdated—or at least, that was his impression. But he didn’t say anything."Alright, Theodore. Let’s go home."Dr. Wagner, upon seeing T
Valerie sat at the small garden table outside the house, the baby monitor resting on the table beside her. She sipped her coffee, lost in memories, replaying over and over the first time she and Marcus had spoken. She remembered that moment so vividly—Marcus had given her a coat and a little money t
As soon as Maximus left the hospital room, Peter sank into his thoughts, trying to figure out what to do next. It was clear that his life had completely changed, and Maximus was right—whether he liked it or not, he was a father and a grandfather. And soon, he’d be a father again. There was also a wo