When Love Dies: The Divorce Note

Everyone's gaze was on me, watching me take the bottle and drink it without minding if it drank me.

With Celeste's current situation, I didn't have a regular meal like before. I didn't even have dinner when I left home and headed to meet her.

As I drank half of the content of the wine, my clothes were soaked with sweat.

Observing my unsteady appearance, those around me hesitated and whispered something to Celeste that I couldn't hear clearly.

At least if something transpired to me, then they would face consequences. The Anderson Family wasn't easy to deal with.

Celeste looked at my pale face and said, "Nah, this is boring!"

She then grabbed her bag from the sofa and headed out.

When she walked past me, she playfully shouted at me.

“You better stop it, Colbert. You can't even walk anymore, can you?” she asked and smirked.

I endured the dizziness and the stomach cramps I felt within me and followed Celeste's footsteps outside up until I reached the gate and could not help but vomit at the side.

As soon as I moved my gaze up and turned to see Celeste's direction, I already saw Atticus on her side. And the two embraced each other like a sweet couple in one blink.

At that moment, my heart felt like it was being stepped on multiple times and I almost couldn't breathe anymore.

It pained me so much that I almost could not feel any stomach ache.

Under the influence of alcohol, I slowly fell and sat next to the trash can.

Celeste did not notice me next to the trash can until she safely sent Atticus into the taxi.

At the taxi's window, Atticus widened his smile, proud and confident he could win over Celeste than me. We weren't at the end yet, but Atticus acted as if we were.

The wind blew, making me want to sob over what I had felt deep within me.

In a blink, I went closer to Celeste, saying, "Celeste, you know what? It hurts me a lot. I don't know what I am feeling right now.”

I regretted admitting my feelings at that moment. I shouldn't have said it, especially now that Celeste, standing in front of me, looked disgusted and was not interested in hearing anything from me.

Even if she wouldn't say it, I knew why. For her, I was a burden and trapped her from loving the man she desired than me.

Not until the surroundings started to darken. I didn't know what awaited me when I woke up. Right there and then, I lose consciousness.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying on the hospital bed. There was no one around me. That made me wonder.

Later on, my assistant's voice was heard from the door. In the next few minutes, he entered the ward and stood at the side.

“At last, you are now awake, Mr. Anderson,” my assistant said. “Have some soup. I went out to buy it for you.”

Instead of answering him, I asked, “What about Celeste? Where is she?”

I recalled that I was with her one last night at the club and was forced to drink some wine.

My assistant, Zach Evander, changed his mood when I mentioned Celeste's name as if he disliked him for her current attitude towards me.

“Zach, just take the soup for yourself and thanks for buying it,” I said, appreciating his effort. “I want to ask you again. Where is Celeste? Is she busy, or did she go somewhere?”

I ignored the IV on my hand and forced myself to stand up.

When Zach saw me, he went forward to assist me. He then took the opportunity to discuss in detail what transpired last night.

Zach worked with me for many years already.

Last night, I had a stomach attack and fainted next to the trash can. It turned out that Celeste had called Zach over and informed him about my situation.

"When I arrived, Mr. Anderson, you were lying next to the trash can and there was no one around," Zach admitted.

Zach almost had whispered it to me, terrified I would react. He observed my reaction and worries splashed around his face.

It was too late for me to know that Celeste had left me alone without waiting for Zach to arrive and assist me.

Instead of ignoring the soup Zach handed me, I took a sip, but I couldn't describe what I was feeling deep within me. I was disheartened that my lover managed to see me struggling alone.

Back then, if I fainted and wasn't in the mood, she would ask if I was fine and what caused me to have a bad mood.

But things changed. When I fainted with Celeste's witness, she wouldn't care and would call my assistant instead to take good care of me.

The afternoon came and my grandparents called to assure me I was fine here, asking about my current condition.

"We've already asked Celeste to come see you. She's just too immature,” one of them said.

"Colbert, you know she has amnesia now. Please forgive her,” Grandma said.

I had to choose to respond to them, whatever they were telling me. Sometimes, I nodded my head, but I couldn't tell if I could endure it until the end.

I had to tell myself she treated me this way because of her amnesia, or I wouldn't be able to endure it.

Once they ended the call, I realized something was wrong.

If Celeste loathed me, then there would be no way she would tell her parents about my situation. She would conceal it from them.

Meanwhile, Zach wouldn't meddle in someone's affairs, including mine. It was just that he had no courage to do so.

I was pondering it momentarily when the door suddenly opened and caught my attention.

Then I heard Celeste's furious voice, asking, “Colbert! How dare you! Are you just playing with me?!”

She said, “Wow, you are just pretending to be sick. What for? Just to make others think I owe you, right?"

Her voice filled inside, with her words echoing at the four corners of the ward. She then walked straight to me.

She threw several photos in my face and stunned me for a moment.

Seeing me hurt, Celeste was astounded for two seconds and then her disgust returned.

In the photos, Celeste and Atticus embraced each other. Anyone could see it could tell they were a lover.

In the distance, I could still be seen lying on the ground with a pale face.

“If it weren't for the person who took the photos coming to me for money, these photos would have been exposed,” she explained.

She asked, “What do you want to do? Slander me?"

I didn't utter any response and remained zipping my mouth.

“Are you saying that I cheated, huh? Or would you want to let Atticus be tagged as the third party?” she asked again, still too cold to me.