The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 159

**Between the Wings of Twilight Lies the Memory of You**
**by Liren Ava Roen**
**Chapter 159**

He tugged at his collar, undoing two buttons, as if the very act could ease the suffocation that enveloped him. The air felt thick with tension, and I could hardly process what was unfolding before me.

Stunned, I shot up from my seat, my heart racing. “Steven! What on earth are you doing, tearing up the divorce papers? Please don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart!”

At last, he turned his gaze toward me, his dark eyes simmering with a barely contained fury. His voice emerged, low and icy, like the calm before a storm.

“I have.”

A rush of blood surged to my head, drowning out any rational thought. In a moment of impulsive rage, I lunged forward, grasping the collar of his shirt, my teeth grinding together in frustration.

“Why? You promised! You said we would finalize the divorce as soon as we returned!”

Steven allowed my grip to remain, his dark eyes narrowing, almost calculating.

“The agreement was clear—we get divorced only after the deal is complete. The deal fell apart. So how can we possibly get a divorce now?”

“What does that even have to do with me?!” I shrieked, my grip tightening as if I could physically force him to understand. “You were the one who threw away a billion-dollar deal for Verna! I did my part! You had a signed contract in your hand! Why doesn’t that matter?”

“Steven, don’t be such a coward! Be a man! I have a digital copy of the contract. Print it out and sign it right now!”

Frantically, I fumbled for my phone, my face a mask of barely restrained fury. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my arm as he spoke, his voice a low growl, each word clipped and controlled.

“I said, no divorce.”

For a heartbeat, I froze, caught off guard by his unwavering resolve. Then, an explosion of pure rage erupted within me. I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side, and he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, his dark eyes glinting with a dangerous light as he fixed his gaze on me.

“So angry because I’m blocking your fairytale ending with Horace? Fine. I won’t let you have it. Go on, hit me again. I dare you.”

Before his challenge could fully settle in the air, another sharp slap echoed through the room, a sound that reverberated with my fury.

I felt as if I were losing my mind. “Steven, you are a complete bastard! A manipulative lowlife! You don’t even have the right to utter Horace’s name! You’re not worthy of shining his shoes!”

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