Chapter-23

Before you guys read the chapter, I have already told you once that Celestine will not go back to Heath easily and I am saying that again. Don't forget it. Even while reading this chapter.

Please play the song while reading the chapter, it's suits well.

Heath King's POV

Pain. That's all I have been feeling from the past three weeks. Where? My heart. The is so much that it's unbearable. Leaving the person that I love most, in the arms of the man that she is about to marry, is a feeling that can never be described. It's like accepting the defeat. Accepting that I lost her. Accepting the fact that I will never have her back in my arms like I once did.

I came back loosing her, loosing my love, meaning.... Loosing everything. Without her, this house and all the wealth that I have doesn't make sense. Maybe because I want to share everything with her. But she is not here anymore. I can't accept the thought and bear it that she is never coming back to me.

Is this how she felt when I left her? I can't even imagine how she felt when I asked her for divorce. I was so cruel to her. I deserve this. I made her cry and for every tear drop that came out of her eye because of me. I am paying for them now. I truly deserve this for making her go through all that suffering and pain that I put her through.

I am just left with her memories. Our date, the carnival and the time we spent. I cherish them with all my heart. Those seven days are the most precious ones of my life. They keep rewinding in my mind again and again. Whenever I think of those memories and happy smile crosses over my lips without my consent.

Right now, I am sitting in the garden where we had breakfast the morning she left. There are two coffee cups in front of me. One for me and one for her. Although she is not there, having another cup in front me at least reminds me of her. My head is hurting from the hangover. I didn't know how much I drank last night, but I am thankful that one of my friends brought me home without any media seeing me.

In my heart, I decided that I will not stop trying till I have the chance of having her back. I send her roses everyday with my phone number. How stupid of me to not give her my number before leaving? I hope everyday that she will call me or at least a blank message or some signal from her in anyway possible, I will whisk her away from everything. But I never received a call.

Feeling wetness on my cheek, I put my hand there and felt my tears. I didn't realize that I am crying till I touch them. This is how it has been since she left.

I am holding a diamond frame with her image in it. She is looking so beautiful while smiling at the camera. Her eyes twinkling and her dark brown hair blowing in air. I bought this frame for this picture itself. The diamonds around the frame are real ones. Putting her picture in it only make the frame more beautiful. Her eyes always reflect her soul. They never lie and hide anything.

I took a lot of pictures of her in that week that we spent together. In the island, at Pairs, at my parents house, in plane, the time we went to carnival, when she slept in my house. She is just like an Angel even when she sleeps. But the thing is, she never knew I took them. I know she will allow to take a picture. That's why I took them all secretively.

I filled our whole room with her pictures and our wedding pictures. I may sound crazy, but I don't know what else to do. I just cannot move on from her. I just can't. There is no one else to blame but me. It's all my mistake. It's all my doing. My eyes fall back on the picture of her beautiful face. My hand went to the picture as my fingers ran through her cheek on the glass, imagining she is here really.

Do you really hate me that much? Can I never be given a second chance? How can I make this right? Will I ever get you back?

I love you Baby. Come back to me, please.

Celestine Allen Michelson's POV

"Ready to go Baby?", I hear Paul's voice and turn back to look at him. He is looking at me with a smile.

"Of course. Just let me get my bag", I say and took my bag, making sure I put everything in it, then turned to him. "Okay. Let's go", I say while walking to him. He put his hand on the small of my back. Before it used to be comforting, but now, I feel a little uncomfortable. We both entered the lift and he pressed the button for ground floor.

"You seem tense. Is everything okay?", he asked. That's true, I am nervous about what I am about to tell him. I look up at him and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"Yes. I have to talk with you", I say nervously.

"Let's talk while I drive. Okay?", he asked and I gave him a nod. The lift dinged, indicating that we are on the ground floor. I came out first and Paul walked right behind me and then walked with me to the car. He opened the door for me like the gentlemen he always is and I thanked him before sitting inside. He closed the door and walked around the car to come and sit in the driver's seat.

I sat there in the passengers seat, nervously fiddling my thumbs, as my heart drummed inside my chest. Sweat trickling down my forehead as I bit my lip while pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

How am I going to tell him this? How will he take it? But I have to do this. That's when the conversation that I had with dad, ran in my mind.

"Eat the carrot too dad", I ordered him as he pushed those away. Even when I was kid, he made me eat them, but he himself never ate carrots.

"Oh Bossy Little Miss. I don't want to. You are my daughter. You are not supposed to order me", he said teasingly.

"Aha! I am. It's good for your eyes. Since you are becoming old, you need to eat more of them".

"Old?! This dynamite body is never getting old. I am healthy as horse", he said arrogantly. I shook my head at him with a smile.

"Yeah. I can see that", I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes and eating my food.

" Celestine, dear, I need to talk to you", he said seriously. I stood up as I finished eating and took my father's plate to put them in the sink.

"What is it dad?", I ask while cleaning my hands and wipe them to the napkin before turning to him.

"Sit here", he said pointing to the chair beside him. I went and sat beside him wondering what is so serious.

"Is everything alright?".

"That is what I should ask you. Is everything alright?". I gave him a confused look and a smile.

"Of course. Why?".

"You don't seem okay. You keep thinking too much". I look down, not knowing how to answer that. He is right though. I keep thinking too much these past few days. About Heath, Paul and me.

"Everything is alright", I say looking at my fingers

"Princess, look at me", he said and I raised my head to meet his eyes.

"Do you love Paul?", he asked and that one question was enough to make me look away. I took a deep breath before looking down ashamed.

"No", I whisper as tears pooled in my eyes. "But I want to". I feel his comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Dear, you can't love someone because you want to. You just fall in love with them".

I just stayed silent knowing it's true. In my heart somewhere I know that I may not fall in love with Paul, but I still stubbornly want to.

"If you don't love him, then why are you marrying him, dear? Is he forcing you? Tell me. Share with me. I am here to help you. I can't see you like this". His words and voice are so comforting. All the emotions that are pent up inside me slowly started coming out. But he asked the most difficult question though.

"No dad, he isn't forcing me".

"Then, what is it dear?". I sniffed a little as tears started falling. Oh God! This is so hard!

"I really like him Dad. He takes care of me. He was there when I was in my dark times. I.... I don't know. But I can't get myself to love him. I just hope one day I will love him", I said as tears streamed down my face.

"Hope to love? You are marrying him because you want to move on. It is loveless marriage, don't you think you are cheating, most importantly cheating yourself thinking that you will love him one day?", he said and gave a small gap. "Don't you think you are doing the same to Paul, what Heath did to you? The only difference is, he did it for company and you are doing it to prove yourself that you have moved on".

I keep looking down at my fingers, feeling so ashamed. It was silent for a minute before he spoke.

"You still have Heath in your heart, don't you?", he asked and that question raised a tsunami in me. Is it the one question that I am avoiding myself to answer, even to myself.

"Yes dad. But I don't want to. I want to move on from him-".

"You can't Princess", he cut me off. "You can't choose to stop loving a person. I can't stop the love I have for your mother. I can never look at other women with the same feeling. Even though your mother went to a placed where she can never come from, I can never bring myself to love other women".

I nodded my head.

"I know you are a very well-mannered women. All I want is your happiness and I will support you in everything. But by marrying, you will only be hurting yourself and Paul".

"I don't know what to do", I adimitted as I was on the verge of breaking down. He put his hand on my hair soothing me.

"Listen to your heart Princess. Do whatever it says. I am not telling you to go back to Heath. In fact, I don't want you to. You can't marry someone because you want to move on. But figure out the situation with Paul. Good night", he said and kissed my forehead before leaving the room and me with my own confusing thoughts.

"Baby, you okay? We are in front of your house", I hear Paul asked loudly and came out of my stance to look at him. I didn't realize I am trying till I see the blurred vision of Paul.

"Yeah, I am okay". I wipe the tears away from my eyes.

"No, you are not. What is it?", he asked as he stopped the car. The rain is pouring out hard outside the car.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, but nothing came out of my mouth. I can't make up enough courage in me to tell him.

"You are worrying me", he said with worry in his eyes. I took a deep breath with determination to tell him. I look my to meet his eyes, but couldn't bring myself to say it while looking at him. So, I look down to say it.

"We should break up".

There, I said it.

A/N:

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