Too Late My Ex-Wife’s Regret After My Death

Celeste had told me the same thing before. She once urged me to be patient, promising that I should understand and wait once Conan was in fourth grade, then fifth grade, which was crucial for him.

But as days turned into years, she considered everyone but me. I was left in the shadows, as if I had never been part of her plans or mattered to her, regardless of my feelings or thoughts.

If it had not been for my cancer diagnosis, I might have been left waiting. But by then, patience was a luxury I could no longer afford. With death looming on the horizon, I simply didn’t have the time to wait any longer.

With those thoughts in my mind, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. I hadn’t touched a cigarette since she claimed to dislike the smell, but now I felt an urge to puff away, even if it meant blowing smoke right in her face.

Standing before her, I fixed my gaze on her, but my mind wandered to another version of Celeste, who had been kind, gentle, and cared for me more deeply than anyone else could.

Back then, life had played a cruel hand; abandoned by my parents as a baby, I had been left in the care of an orphanage. That night, as the snow fell heavily outside, the director told me that if they hadn’t found me, I might have succumbed to the cold.

From a young age, I knew I was on my own, with no shoulder to lean on. I had to pull myself up by my bootstraps and work tirelessly to succeed.

With determination, I studied harder, earned a spot at a prestigious university, and met Celeste, whose vibrant energy and always saw a smile on her face.

Well, back then, I was a guy who was naturally reserved and kept to myself, shying away from socializing.

On the other hand, Celeste was a whirlwind of energy who slowly stepped into my world, first as a friend, and when we both felt the same feelings, we became lovers.

With a gentle kiss on my forehead, she would whisper, “Silly, you’re not alone anymore.”

Her eyes would shine as she declared, “I love you, forever.”

“They say men should protect women from the storm,” she’d continue, her voice steady and reassuring, “but I’m not concerned about that. I just want to shield you from all the unhappiness and frustration life might throw at us.”

I was convinced those were the happiest days of my life; seeing her made my world complete. Yet, fate delighted in its cruel twists. When her first lover came back, all of it shattered into pieces, stripping away my joyous moment in the blink of an eye.

When I regained my composure, I stated firmly, “Let’s get a divorce.”

Celeste’s eyes flared with frustration as she snapped, “Not this again, trying to force my hand!”

She sighed heavily and pushed her hair back in irritation. “We’re talking about Conan’s education right now, not about us or this divorce. Let’s keep our focus where it belongs.”

“Whether he gets in or not, why should I care? If he means so much to you, then agree with the divorce. I can make sure you two stay together,” I shot back, seeing no other way to clear the confusion clouding my mind.

Fed up, I continued, “If you don’t agree to the divorce, I can promise you won’t achieve a thing.”

“Celeste,” I said with a steely edge, “you know how I am. When I say something, I will do it without hesitation.”

“You’re out of your mind!” Celeste screamed at the top of her lungs.

Without wasting another moment, she turned on her heel and rushed after the private school teacher who had already exited.

As Celeste hurried away, Noah approached me, his face a mask of fury. “Oliver, do you really want to sabotage my son’s future? Does that make you happy?”

“Absolutely,” I shot back, smirking. “I’d be much happier if it did.”

His anger shook like a leaf as he glared at me. However, he quickly composed himself and said, “Do you really think this will help you win Celeste back? Dream on!”

With a smirk, he added, “As a man, I can only feel sorry for you. You can’t even manage your own wife and keep coming to me for answers. If I were in your shoes, I would have ended my life.”