I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 3

ZAIA.

Once back home, everywhere I look I see him, see the life we built together here. Crippling pain consumes me at what I’m leaving behind, but I won’t allow him to take more from me.

I won’t let him hurt the life growing inside me. These babies are as much mine as they are his and I will do my best for them.

I begin packing, taking only the bare essentials, and dumping them into a suitcase. The quicker I am out of here, the better.

I write a quick note to Emma, thanking her for her services.

Picking up the divorce agreement, I sit down at the dining table. The silence in the house is deafening.

Emma must have finished her work by now and left. With shaking hands, I sign the papers and close the file and with it, the door to that chapter of my life.

Plucking up my phone, I stare at my mother’s number. I haven’t called her in a while… Although she and my father are separated, she too had been against me marrying Sebastian.

However, I know she’ll understand me better than anyone… After all, my father left her for none other than Annalise’s mother.

My parents were destined mates, but my father had an affair with another woman, hence Annalise was born, mere days apart from me.

My stepmother didn’t only take away my Mom’s mate, she took my dad from me too.

When I was little, we were close, but my stepmother didn’t like it and always instigated him against me and tried to cause a rift between us. In the end, she succeeded.

Even though I was raised with luxuries and given the best education, our relationship simply became a formality to him. A responsibility he no longer wanted.

As I grew up, my father kept in contact. Of course, he’d even drop by on my birthdays, but the moment I refused to give up Sebastian for Annalise, he had disowned me too.

I will go to Mom’s home and ask if I can stay there for a few days. Just long enough for me to sort things out with myself.

Tears trek down my face as I slip my wedding band from my finger and place it on top of the divorce file. Grabbing the handle of my suitcase, I pull it along,telling Ethan to bring the car.

With a last, lingering glance down the hall, I take my leave.

His betrayal from last night still echoes in my ears. The anger in his voice still haunts me. The memory of him and Annalise in the office still stings.

I thought this pregnancy might save our bond, but I was a fool to think so. I should have known he would never believe me over her, when once again he accused me of lying to him.

Stepping outside, I see the rain has stopped, a rainbow spreads across the sky, welcoming me with open arms, but I can’t appreciate its beauty, not today. The weight on my shoulders is heavy, the pain already beginning to claw at my insides.

A sharp pang in my chest almost brings me to my knees, my vision blurring. A soft whimper escapes my lips before I can contain it.

The sound of a car door banging shut makes me look up.

Bastien?

“Luna! Are you alright?”

Ethan…

I nod, trying to remain strong. “Yes. Please take me to my Mother’s home.”

“Yes, of course, come Luna…” He assists me into the car, placing my suitcase in the bag and gets in the driver’s seat.

“She lives on Oak Mill Drive.” I say weakly. I’m no longer able to hold back my tears as I stare at my home that now disappears from view.

“Yes, Luna, I will take you there immediately.” He murmurs, his tone surprisingly gentle. His eyes meet mine in the rear-view mirror, filled with a concern that is foreign to me.

I rest my head on the window as we drive through town, the passing cars and people a blur.

We reach my Mother’s street after a good twenty-minute drive and I point out her pale green door. The paint is peeling, and it looks more worn than I remember it, but it brings back a surge of nostalgia from my childhood.

When was the last time I visited her here?

It’s been far too long.

Ethan opens the door for me, before he quickly goes to grab my suitcase and carries it to the front door for me. When he places my suitcase down, I pass him an envelope. He looks at me, surprised.

“What is this, Ma’am?”

“Just a token of my gratitude for all you have done.”

“Luna…”