When the Sun Tragically Fell for the MoonChapter 1

After Luna, my wife, became one of the most credible doctoral advisor in her field, she made it a tradition to sponsor a poor male student each year. Though, it was all under the pretense of building her reputation.

On our wedding anniversary, she showed up late, trailing behind her a baby-faced college boy in a crisp white shirt.

“This kid's young, shy and pure-hearted," she said casually. "If you keep that scowl on your face, you’ll just scare him off."

She then added, "Warm him a glass of milk, will you? He gets insomnia before bed and if he doesn’t sleep well, he’ll end up not sleeping at all. It'd keep me up too.”

Laughter and teasing filled the room. Her academic friends, all too comfortable with the scene, kept calling him her “little boyfriend” like it was some sort of inside joke.

I said nothing. I simply threw the divorce papers in her face.

“Cyrus, seriously?" she sneered, barely glancing at them. "Still playing this fake divorce game to get attention? God, no wonder you’re so boring in bed."

"If you really had the guts, you'd actually leave," she added nonchalantly.