I had thought Luna might tone things down, but it barely made a difference. Over the years, Luna had brought home more college boys than I could count—all to polish her reputation as a top academic advisor.
One wave after another... Now there were still eleven of them left.
I ended up playing housekeeper for the lot of them. I looked after their needs and, more often than not, turning a blind eye to their flirting and fooling around.
I couldn’t keep living like this. I didn’t want to.
Back when we first got married, our anniversaries were just the two of us—simple, warm and full of love you could feel without even trying.
Somewhere along the way, though, our anniversary became just another excuse for Luna to show off and brag. The house would fill with strangers I didn't even recognize, her circle constantly turning over with new faces.
That day, I turned and headed upstairs, packed a few clothes into a suitcase and got ready to leave.
Suddenly, Luna cut me off at the staircase with a single step, blocking my way. She shot a look of pure disgust at the suitcase in my hand.