My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 1015

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Peter then turned to the woman beside him, intertwining his fingers with hers. She smiled at him, and that smile filled him with warmth.

The boy who had once dreamed of exploring the world, climbing mountains, and living grand adventures no longer needed any of that. Today, all he needed was the woman he woke up beside every morning, his beautiful daughters, and his mother.

Even if, at first, he hadn’t remembered Celeste, that no longer mattered. He was creating new memories- memories in which that messy–haired woman was always by his side.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world. In the life he had awakened to, he was no longer alone. He no longer lived in solitude. He had a wonderful wife, was the father of three amazing children, a future grandfather to two, and, without expecting it or even seeking it, he had his mother beside him.

He had a good relationship with Maximus and Magnus–he had practically become a father figure to him as well.

In silence, he knew that his past–filled with the lives he had taken, the pain and loss that had once consumed him

plagued him were gone.

woken up in, life had given him a second chance–to be happy, to have his brother close, to have his mother, and to share a father with his brother. A father

was, and always would be, his wife, his

he joined their daughter’s life to the man she loved, also

been easy. In fact, their year in Valentia had been anything but easy. But despite the challenges, many things had fallen into place, and other chapters had finally been

understood that her destiny had never been

mistakes. She had let herself get carried away by the moment with Maximus, and she had suffered the consequences. She could have chosen to hate him for the rest of her life, but what good would that have done? In the end, he was her daughter’s father. She had

hand, smiling as she looked at him. He was the love of her life. He was the man who had come into her world, settled in, and never left. They both had scars, wounds that had slowly healed with

He

past–a time when he

love for his daughter that saved him. And later, his love for the mother

She was the reason he lived, and