The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 177

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

With a firm grip, Steven pulled me into Myron’s office, a sanctuary of soundproof walls where our voices could not escape. As he entered, he slammed a collection of photographs onto the polished surface of the desk, a cruel smirk dancing across his lips.

“Zephyra,” he began, his voice dripping with disdain, “are you truly this desperate for a divorce? Planning to use these images as evidence of my supposed infidelity?”

My gaze fell upon the photos scattered before me. One stood out—a snapshot of Verna and me caught in a moment that could easily be misinterpreted as a kiss. This image had only been shared with Calvin and Noah, so how had it reached Steven?

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, and turned my attention back to him. A bandage was wrapped around his head, a stark contrast to his otherwise handsome features, which appeared ashen and strained. Yet, it was the storm brewing in his dark eyes that truly captured my attention. He was here to confront me, his posture rigid and accusatory. It was evident he preferred this confrontation in Myron’s office, fearing that my own workspace might have ears eager to hear about Verna.

“If you had only been willing to engage in a negotiated divorce, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this,” he continued, his voice low and menacing. “Who supplied you with these? Was it Noah?”

“Noah?” The frown on Steven’s face deepened, his tone taking on a weighty seriousness. “He’s your lawyer?”

Before I could respond, a voice, filled with shock and disbelief, interrupted the tension. “Holy shit, Noah is Zephyra’s lawyer?!”

Myron burst forth from the inner office, his expression a mix of astonishment and admiration as he turned his gaze toward me.

“Zephyra, you are truly remarkable! Do you even realize who Noah is? He has been Steven’s fiercest rival since childhood! And you’ve chosen him to represent you in your divorce? You are determined to rid yourself of Steven, aren’t you?”

The realization hit me like a cold wave. Noah was indeed one of the heirs of the Brooks family, a lineage known for its ruthless ambition. Whispers surrounded the patriarch of that family—stories of a man who had schemed his way into wealth, driven his first wife to an early grave, and spent his days indulging in debauchery while fathering illegitimate children.

“Zephyra, why would I lie to you?” Myron insisted, his eyes earnest. “Ask around in our circles; you’ll find the same stories. This won’t be in the news.”

He turned sharply to Steven. “Steven, if that Brooks kid dared to take on a case against you, he must have some serious confidence. Did he make any demands? You can’t just give in. There’s only one Zephyra, and she’s worth more than anything.”

As Myron’s words sank in, I recalled the news of a recent cyberattack on Steven’s company. “But wait,” I interjected, “didn’t your company get hit by a hacker yesterday? Every computer screen flashed the word ‘scumbag.’ Could that have been the Brooks family’s doing? No, that doesn’t make sense. When did they become so skilled? Just a short while ago, they couldn’t even touch you.”

My heart raced at the implications. A hacker? Scumbag? Was this an act of corporate sabotage aimed squarely at Steven? Was it truly directed at him, or was I merely overthinking? Surely, Noah wouldn’t go to such lengths for me, would he? And Horace and Rachel were hardly tech-savvy enough to pull off such a stunt.

Steven shot Myron a glare that could have withered a flower, his expression darkening further.