Celeste's eyes curved with delight as she heard the answer she had been hoping for.
She poured herself a glass of wine.
Levi stopped her.
"Your stomach's not good. You shouldn't drink."
Celeste seized the moment to grab his hand, interlacing their fingers tightly.
Seeing this, everyone around them started clamoring for the two to get back together.
They completely disregarded the fact that Levi was now married.
Celeste, with perfect timing, gazed at Levi with tears in her eyes and a look of deep affection:
"Levi, do you still love me?"
The private room instantly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for his answer.
I was waiting too.
But Levi... he didn't give an answer for a long time.
He just stared at the hand Celeste was gripping.
His eyes were unreadable.
After what felt like forever, just as tears were about to spill from Celeste's eyes, he finally spoke: "Yes, I do."
Celeste seemed stunned, asking dumbly:
"What?"
Levi's eyes filled with warmth as he repeated: "I've never stopped loving you."
Despite the ample heating, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
Amidst a chorus of cheers,
Celeste burst into tears of joy and threw herself into Levi's arms.
As he embraced her fully, he turned his head and caught sight of me.Levi's eyes flashed with a hint of panic.
Then his face darkened again.
He gently pushed Celeste away and stepped towards me.
"What are you doing here?"
The previously harmonious atmosphere froze for a moment due to my arrival.
Suddenly, someone muttered softly:
"So that's Levi's wife? She's way too rough around the edges."
As the words fell, everyone's eyes landed on me.
Almost all with disdain.
I tilted my head, catching a glimpse of myself in the nearby glass.
My hair was disheveled, my face pale.
Messy tear stains covered my cheeks.
Compared to the exquisitely made-up Celeste, innocent yet alluring, we were from completely different worlds.
Everyone was treating me like a joke, whispering and gossiping.
I looked towards Levi.
Noticing my gaze, he made no move to speak up for me, instead instinctively shielding Celeste.
As if afraid I might hurt her.
I lost all desire to argue further and turned to leave, dragging my exhausted body.
Just as I reached the bar's entrance, my phone suddenly vibrated with a message from Celeste:
[You've seen it yourself, he loves me, not you.]
[If you know what's good for you, get lost ASAP!]