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The Rise of Celestine
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2026-05-05 21:54:32
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me After the Darkness
CELESTINE'S POV:"I could not. I needed to watch you breathe."I look at him. His gray eyes are bloodshot. His face is pale. His hair is a mess. He looks like he has been to war and back, which he has, because he fought for me, because he never gave up, because he loved me enough to burn down the world."I love you," I say.He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine."I love you too," he says. "Now go back to sleep. The doctor said you need rest.""I will sleep when you sleep.""I am not going to sleep.""Then I am not going to sleep."He sighs. It is a defeated sound, the sigh of a man who knows he has lost an argument but does not care because the woman he loves is alive and talking to him."Fine," he says. "I will sleep. But only for an hour.""Two hours.""One.""One and a half."He kisses me. It is soft and quick, a brush of his lips against mine."One and a half," he says. "You are impossible.""You love it."He closes his eyes. His hand stays wrapped around mine. Hi
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me His Vigil
CELESTINE'S POV:"I am already sick of you."He kisses me. It is gentle at first, barely a brush of his lips against mine, as if he is afraid I might break. But I pull him closer, my hand fisting in his shirt, and the kiss deepens. He tastes just like coffee and tears and something else, something that is just him.I am alive. I am here. I am his.**LYSANDER'S POV:**She falls asleep on my chest.Her hair is spread across my shoulder, dark and tangled. Her breath is warm through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her hand is curled against my heart, her fingers slack, her palm flat against my ribs.I watch her breathe. I count each inhale, each exhale, each small movement of her chest. The doctors said she is fine, that the baby is fine, that she just needs rest and fluids and time. But I do not trust doctors. I do not trust anyone. I only trust her.Her neck is bruised. Purple and yellow and green, the marks of Kier's fingers where he grabbed her, where he held the knife. There is a th
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Hospital Again
CELESTINE'S POV:The private hospital in Edinburgh is quiet and white with their paint and smells like antiseptic and flowers. Someone put fresh roses on the windowsill. Someone folded a soft blanket over my legs. Someone made sure the curtains were drawn so the morning sun would not wake me.I am alive. The baby is alive. We are both alive.The doctors told me this when I arrived, their voices gentle, their hands careful as they examined me. The baby's heartbeat is strong. My body is battered but not broken. Dehydrated and exhausted and covered in bruises that will take weeks to fade, but alive. Still alive.I lie in the hospital bed and watch the light shift across the ceiling and try to process everything that happened. The bunker. The darkness. Kier's hands on my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks, his breath hot on my ear. The knife against my throat. The blood.Maxwell's gunshot. The way Kier's body twisted and fell. The way Lysander caught me.I close my eyes and I see it
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Blood and Sunrise (2)
LYSANDER'S POV:The sunlight hits us the second we step out of the bunker.Celestine flinches, throwing her arm up over her eyes, the light too bright after so many days in the dark. Her fingers curl around my sleeve, gripping tight, anchoring herself to me.The sun is rising over the mountains. The fog that clung to the valley all night has burned away, and I can see everything. The fields. The forests. The winding road that leads down the mountain. The world stretching out forever.Celestine lowers her arm slowly. Her eyes are watering, squinting against the light, but she does not look away. She stares at the sunrise like she is seeing it for the first time."There is blood on my hands," she says.I look down. Her fingers are stained red, dried blood caked under her nails, in the creases of her palms, along the lines of her wrists. Kier's blood. From when she grabbed at him, pushed at him, fought him."Come here," I say.I take her hands in mine. I lift them to my mouth and I kiss
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Blood and Sunrise
CELESTINE'S POV:Lysander is shaking.I feel it through his whole body, the tremors running up from his knees, through his thighs, into his chest. His heart is slamming against his ribs, so fast and so hard that I can count the beats. He is crying. I feel the tears hit my hair, warm and wet, sliding down my scalp and onto my cheek.I have never seen him cry.He is always steady. Always calm. Always the one who holds me together when I am falling apart. But now he is the one breaking, his arms wrapped around me so tight that I can barely draw breath, his face buried in my hair, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm."I am okay," I say again, because I do not know what else to say. "The baby is okay."He holds me tighter. I let him.I close my eyes and press my face into his chest. He smells like coffee and rain and the wool of his jacket. I have been dreaming about this smell for days. I have been lying on that cot in the dark, listening to the drip of water somewhere in the walls, a
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Safe in His Arms
MAXWELL'S POV:The bullet tears through Kier's shoulder and he screams.His whole body jerks sideways, spine twisting, knees buckling. The knife flies from his grip and clatters across the concrete floor, spinning once, twice, three times before it stops. Kier's mouth hangs open, his eyes wide, his face the color of old milk. Blood pours between his fingers where he clamps his hand over the wound, hot and dark, dripping onto the floor in fat, wet splashes.I keep my arm straight. My finger stays on the trigger. My gaze stays locked on the spot where the bullet entered, right below his collarbone, exactly where I aimed.He stumbles backward, his boots scraping against the concrete. His head whips toward me, and for one heartbeat, his eyes meet mine. There is nothing in them. No rage. No cunning. Just a raw, empty shock, the look of a man who walked into a room certain he was the predator and just realized he was prey the whole time."Drop the knife," I say.The knife is already on the
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