The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 437

Ellie’s POV

I folded the newspaper, put it in the recycling bin, and told myself it didn’t matter.

Easier said than done.

The thing was, I knew it shouldn’t matter. I’d been telling myself that in various creative ways for the past hour and none of the versions were sticking.

We were divorced.

The papers were signed.

I was the one who left, who walked out knowing it would cost me everything, and I’d done it anyway because I had to. Dominic had every right to move on, same as I did. If there was a woman in a veil standing next to him at campaign events, that was his life and his business and had nothing to do with me.

And yet, the part of me that had spent every night since he left replaying that almost-kiss in the clinic doorway wasn’t quite ready to act like it didn’t hurt.

I’d never really stopped loving him. Even if I’d spent the better part of a year building very convincing arguments for why I had, I knew I still loved him. There was a part of me that would likely never stop loving him, not even during the days when I was fully convinced that he had been the one to kill me in my past life.

Part of the problem was that I’d stopped having so many reasons not to love him. I trusted him now more than ever. I’d told him the truth about my rebirth and he had accepted it and offered his help without even sleeping on

it first.

Day by day, my reasons to hate him were getting smaller and smaller, and now, maybe, just maybe, he was moving on anyway and I hadn’t been fast enough to decide that I wanted him back in time.

I needed air. That was the cure for everything up here; step outside and let the cold knock some sense into you. So I did just that.

The village was quiet in the early afternoon, most people still buried in preparations for the Alpha King’s visit. The square had been strung with additional lights, the storefronts were cleaner than I’d ever seen them, and somebody had swept the snow off the bridge so thoroughly you could see the old stone underneath.

I walked without much direction, my hands shoved deep in my pockets, watching my breath cloud in front of me.

I was on my second loop of the main street when I spotted Bastian coming out of the supply shop with a box under his arm. He saw me at roughly the same moment and turned this way and that for a second as if trying to decide if he should walk toward me or back into the shop.

I kept walking as he stood there on the stoop. I nodded, and he nodded back. I was two steps past him when he suddenly called out, “You look terrible,” he said.

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