“I saw Cyrus get into a woman’s car yesterday morning,” Seth chimed in, resting his chin in his hand with a grin. “Looked like Professor Crawford—you know, the one who just got back from overseas?”
He glanced between me and Luna, eyes dancing with amusement.
The next second, Luna shot to her feet and slapped me hard across the face.
“This is why you want a divorce?”
“Vega comes back to town and suddenly you can’t keep it in your pants? That night at the gala—was that it? You saw her and couldn’t wait to throw divorce papers in my face, right!?”
I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Add that slap to the mix and my head was swimming. Her words barely registered. My heart, long dead, just felt… numb.
“I even saw him kiss Professor Crawford,” Seth added casually, like he was commenting on the weather—but every word hit like a dagger.
I clenched my teeth, holding myself back. I truly tried to stay grounded, but something finally snapped. Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest chair and slammed it crashing down toward Seth’s head.
Everything went still.
“Professor Luna... Help me…”