When Love Dies: The Divorce Note

Everyone said that Celeste Stewart, my beloved fiancée, indeed fell in love with that one college student.

Celeste took him to the party she was invited to, introduced him to her circle of friends and gave him everything he needed.

And by the way, that guy was my junior from the same school I attended and even messaged me on WhatsApp earlier.

At first, it was normal for him to send me messages asking about finance and economics. Not long after, he shared videos of his life on his TikTok account and used them to show off to me.

There was no time he wouldn't message me.

[Colbert, I want you not to keep Celeste by your side anymore. Why can't you not let go of her?]

[I mean, you already know she loves me now, not you. Don't you feel sad you'll see you loving each other?]

[Let go already. Celeste loves me now, not you. No matter how affectionate you were with each other before, I don't care. It's now in the past and I am her present.]

[What happened before?]

Atticus Wilson, the junior whom Celeste chose over me. The way he questioned me meant he wasn't aware when we started.

Celeste and I started as childhood sweethearts before our relationship lasted for years.

As I grew up and got into the same school for me, I was the one who was too slow with our relationship.

She was the first person I fell in love with.

I remembered what she told me before and would never forget it.

"Colbert, let's be together. I don't want you to treat me like your own sister. I want to be your fiancée," she said to me.

Celeste stood at my door, blushing and said something I would keep in my heart for a long time. After a while, I nodded.

I remember how joyous she was back then, probably the happiest I've ever seen her.

When my parents discovered our relationship, they were happy and supported us.

With everyone's support showered on us, I thought I would be with the person I loved forever. I planned to cherish her more than ever.

But things didn't go as planned. In an unexpected event, Celeste was hit by the car, even when the stop light turned red on her mind to take our wedding photos with me.

Same with the drama scene, she had forgotten all about me. Worse, she didn't want to think about me anymore.

***

It was already midnight when my phone vibrated. Upon checking the screen, Celeste's name appeared and called me for whatever reason.

With that, I did not hesitate to pick up my phone and accept the call, still with a glimmer of hope.

"Hello? Is this you, Celeste?" I asked, my voice trembling, unsure of the reason behind her calls.

It was the first time Celeste contacted me after the car incident transpired.

However, on the other line, I could only hear the noise; it seemed like she was in the bar. I continued asking her, but she wasn't answering and no one talked to me.

As soon as I was about to end the call, I heard Celeste's lovely voice on the other line.

"Colbert, please come and pick me up," she said.

Before I could react, she sent me the exact location of the bar she went with.

Although we did not have a deep conversation, my heart raced as she spoke. I could not wait to see her there.

I stopped everything I did and went out to drive, heading into the bar.

In the car, I couldn't help but think of the plan she made when she left the hospital that day.

Celeste was very resistant to me, even showing disgust.

I refused when she asked to break off the engagement and so did her parents. I suggested we give it a month.

Once the month was over and she loathed me to the bones, I would leave her forever, as planned.

Celeste hesitated, but it was the best choice we could have. With that, Celeste agreed to me.

With our new agreement, Celeste had to live under the same roof as me for a month, just like we had done in the past.

Even the doctor once told me that if she came into contact with familiar people and objects, it would help her slowly recover her lost memory.

However, I did not expect her disgust with me to reach this point.

She never stayed home during the day and avoided being in the same space as me.

Even at night, she only came back after I was asleep.