My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0570

Valerie parked her car in front of the house that supposedly belonged to Peter. As she stepped out, her legs felt shaky, and a wave of dizziness hit her. She steadied herself against the car and began climbing the small steps led to the front door. Standing there was Theodore Bennett, looking serious–and, if she wasn’t mistaken, somewhat annoyed.

“Mrs. Bartz, in your condition, you shouldn’t be driving at right.”

“I came to see Peter! I don’t know who you are, but I need to speak with him. I know he’s here. I saw him this morning–1 know he lives here. I need to talk to him.”

that

“Ma’am, come in. We need to talk. Yes, he lives here. Please, come in,” Theodore said, gesturing with his hand.” Let’s go to the study.”

Valerie looked around Peter’s house. It was so different from the style she remembered. The house they had once shared near the sea was simpler, with none of these luxuries. The Peter she knew didn’t care for such things. He liked expensive cars, sure, but when it came to a home, he preferred something more modest.

“Ma’am…. This way,” Theodore called out again when he noticed she had fallen behind.

sit, and she did. The more she looked around, the more she felt like this house belonged to a

he did visit you. However, he was very clear that it was to say goodbye. Ma’am, I’m afraid that if you’re looking for him here, he’s no longer in the country. He’s left, and he believes it’s for

saying? Why did he leave like that? He didn’t even let me talk to him! He just shows up, wrecks my life, and then disappears? What was the point?

think you need to calm down. In your condition, getting worked up like this isn’t a good idea. For heaven’s sake, if something happens to you in this house, can’t imagine what your husband would do. Let me

but the man in front of her had just struck a nerve she didn’t want

trouble. Your husband is a very powerful man, and our family doesn’t want any issues with him.

know Peter,

by his side for over twenty years. During the time you believed him to be dead, I was with him every day. Believe me, Valerie, it hasn’t been easy for him to deal with what happened–what his

anything! To me, he was dead. My husband didn’t know either. It wasn’t my fault I fell in love with someone else. It wasn’t my fault I wanted to

is a good man, but you could have rebuilt your life with someone else not Marcus. That’s my opinion,

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