“Isn’t it just me taking care of Felix? He’s a patient, and I—” Luna's voice trailed off mid-sentence.
“You feel sorry for him?” I interrupted.
I smiled, “So, we don’t need to communicate anymore. Divorce is the best choice.”
“Y-you!” Luna clenched her fists and bit her lip in frustration.
Her expression was one I had never seen before. I wasn’t sure if it was because I had pierced through her façade or if she was simply angry. Probably the former.
After all these years, my jealousy and dissatisfaction had been like punches in water, causing no ripples. She had always been so cold.
“I used to believe that if I treated you well, you would reciprocate, and I could win your heart over. But I was wrong. You and Felix were always in sync, while I was left alone in a one-sided devotion, infatuated while ignoring my own needs. Tonight, I will draft the divorce agreement, and tomorrow morning at nine, I will file for divorce.” I spoke with a firm resolution.
Luna stared at me blankly, her silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry. It’s been five years, I haven’t allowed us to cross that line. Just need a while...”