Doctors said his organs were shutting down. There wasn’t much point in keeping him alive.
He lay there in the bed, eyes half-closed, already asleep.
I tucked the blanket around him and sat beside him, speaking softly. I talked about Dad. About myself. About him. All the things we’d been through, all the pain I’d buried—once I started, I couldn’t stop. I stayed there talking until daylight broke and flooded the room.
God, I was exhausted.
A whole day and night—and Luna hadn’t even bothered to call.
When I got home, she was in the living room, laughing with a group of her students, casually discussing their upcoming business trip. The atmosphere was light and carefree.
I pulled the divorce papers from behind my back and slammed them on the table. The laughter stopped instantly.
Luna’s eyes snapped to me, blazing like fire through steel. “You disappear for a full day and this is what you come home with?”
She sneered. “What now? How exactly did you manage to get that four hundred fifty thousand dollars yesterday? Sell yourself to some rich man?”
Luna’s words were sharp and brutal—each syllable like a hooked blade. I didn’t even have the strength to argue anymore.