Celine’s POV
“…I lied because I thought there was 'us’.”
I brush my cheeks with my palms.
“That's why you just got his bullets in your body... I wish he had aimed for your damn brains.”
30 Minutes Earlier.
“You don't mean that, do you?”
My eyes are clouded with tears, but I try not to blink, so no one knows of my weakened state.
“Celine, you should leave.”
He repeats like it means nothing to him, dragging and puffing his cigar occasionally.
My legs are too wobbly to hold me up. It's sheer mockery that my husband kicked me out on my deathbed, because of infidelity, and my supposed lover also wants me out of his house.
Locating the nearest couch, I slump on it, weighing the news over and over again.
There's an awkward moment of silence amongst us.
"You asked me to divorc
