Chapter 0525

[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 as though she must have committed some terrible sin in a past life, given the hardships she had faced in this one.

Things had settled a bit when she arrived in Seaforth. She didn’t live in luxury; her small apartment was modest, but it was enough. She only had herself and her cat, Spike. From a young age, Celeste had worked wherever she could, never shying away from hard work.

Georgina, Celeste wouldn’t have had the opportunities she did–or met Peter. She often thought of herself as insignificant, especially after the death of her husband, Adam Johnson. Even though she was a widow, she still carried his name. It helped her feel less alone, a reminder of

The feelings he stirred in her grew stronger with each passing

picture herself allowing anyone

decided not to dwell on it too much. Peter’s interest in her seemed genuine, and she valued that deeply. She looked back out at the sky, a brilliant shade of blue like the ones she used in her paintings. Unable

could have been a beautiful family—you, me, and our baby. But life didn’t

you, but I’m not. Peter came into my life like a wave.

been easy. My life hasn’t been easy either. But I think, piece by piece, our broken hearts can mend each other. I want to give myself this

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