My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

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.

she met Georgina Telesca, a well–off but humble friend who helped her pursue an education. Before Georgina left for Spain, she even recommended Celeste to Clearmount School. Without 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

smiling again. The feelings he stirred in her grew stronger with each passing day. It hadn’t been long, but Peter had been

thought, and she couldn’t picture herself allowing anyone but her husband to touch her. Peter, however, had swept in like a hurricane- unapologetic and disruptive. But the real question was, what would happen when the

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 to move or exert herself, she bid a silent farewell to her husband,

yours. We didn’t have much, but we never lacked anything important. We could have been a beautiful family—you, me, and our baby. But life didn’t allow it. Even though our child never made it to my arms, I’ve found peace

like I’m forgetting you, but I’m not. Peter came into my life like a wave. He’s a great man, older than me by a few years. I don’t know why I’m telling you this–I know it’s not appropriate. But if I can’t

I used to see in you. He’s shared his life with me, and I know it hasn’t 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