Hours passed by as she waited for Tristan to return to the cottage, but he never showed up. She wanted to talk to him, there were a lot of questions in her mind, her heart would never be at ease until she found her answers.
He said he didn't do love, does that mean every single moment they shared was insignificant? Did that mean she had absolutely no significance to him? Did that mean, their children would mean nothing to him?
She had wanted to tell him about them, she had wanted to open up her heart to him, admit her feelings and tell him that she had his children, but he had shattered her heart by turning his back to her.
Celine didn't know if it was her wishful thinking, or her own way of ignoring the pain of her heart breaking, but somewhere deep inside, she could feel the depth of his affections for her.
More tears gathered in her eyes and she fought to keep it back, she didn't want to cry anymore, she didn't want to bury herself in the pain.
