But with Luna standing in front of me now, I finally understood.
I was never his moon.
She was.
His latest post was a photo of him, Caleb, and Luna at a dessert shop that afternoon.
“Sweet treats taste better with sweet people.”
But William and Caleb hated sweets.
Luna’s beaming smile burned into my eyes.
So it wasn’t that they didn’t like desserts.
They just didn’t like eating them with me.
Someone commented under his post:
“Aren’t you worried your wife will leave you?”
William replied with just three words:
“She wouldn’t dare.”
And he was right.
I hadn’t dared.
I was stupid enough to believe him when he said he’d love me forever.
I walked away from my career without a second thought to be his perfect wife.
And for eight years, I gave him everything—my support, my love, my loyalty.
Now, standing in this house, I had nothing left.
Just then, William strolled in and tossed a small cake onto the table.
“Here. I remember you used to love strawberry.”
The cake had been sitting out too long. The strawberry on top had already sunk into the melting cream.
Was this some kind of joke?
Luna’s leftovers?
I didn’t even hesitate—I picked it up and threw it straight into the trash.
William’s face twisted with rage. “What is wrong with you, Susie?!”
“Just taking out the trash.”
His anger flared. “Unbelievable! I actually got you something for our anniversary, and this is how you act? You’re unbelievable!”
I let out a slow, mocking laugh. “You’re right. I am unbelievable. So from now on, every time you buy me something, I’ll throw it away.”
His hand twitched—like he was about to hit me—but at the last second, he turned and punched the framed wedding photo on the wall instead.
With a loud crack, the frame shattered, glass shards scattering across the floor.
He left. I knelt down and quietly began picking them up.
As I stared at my broken reflection, realization settled in.
When I cried… I looked exactly like Luna.
I stopped.
Then, without hesitation, I ripped the photo to shreds.
