What I mourned was not just what happened, but what never had a fair chance to be. Celeste didn't walk into her marriage with her eyes closed. She walked in with everything she had - her loyalty, her history, and her belief in the man she married. What followed was not a single betrayal. It was a pattern - quiet at first, then undeniable. Celeste stayed. Not because she was weak. Because she believed in the vow. Because leaving meant accepting that everything she had given him had meant nothing. But the truth has a way of accumulating.