Chapter 17
Weston fell gravely ill after that day never f
fully recovering.
With only a final breath left, he dialed Celeste’s number.
The line rang for what felt like an eternity.
When it connected, Weston eagerly whispered, “Celeste
A man’s voice answered.
“Honey, it’s for you.”
Celeste took the phone, puzzled by the silence on the other end.
“Hello? Is someone there?”
“No idea, sweetheart! Oh, careful, the soup you’re making is still on the stove. It might burn.”
“Got it!”
Celeste had been happy all this time. That was enough for Weston.
Thinking this, he used his last bit of strength to hang up.
Weston died alone in that replica estate, clutching a will.
All of his wealth was left to the one woman he loved beyond reason and the children they shared..
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