When the Sun Tragically Fell for the MoonChapter 1
After Luna, my wife, became one of the most credible doctoral advisor in her field, she made it a tradition to sponsor a poor male student each year. Though, it was all under the pretense of building her reputation.
On our wedding anniversary, she showed up late, trailing behind her a baby-faced college boy in a crisp white shirt.
“This kid's young, shy and pure-hearted," she said casually. "If you keep that scowl on your face, you’ll just scare him off."
She then added, "Warm him a glass of milk, will you? He gets insomnia before bed and if he doesn’t sleep well, he’ll end up not sleeping at all. It'd keep me up too.”
Laughter and teasing filled the room. Her academic friends, all too comfortable with the scene, kept calling him her “little boyfriend” like it was some sort of inside joke.
I said nothing. I simply threw the divorce papers in her face.
“Cyrus, seriously?" she sneered, barely glancing at them. "Still playing this fake divorce game to get attention? God, no wonder you’re so boring in bed."
"If you really had the guts, you'd actually leave," she added nonchalantly.
She kicked the papers aside with her heel and her cold and mocking tone penetrated my heart like a sharp knife.
What Luna didn’t know was that the divorce papers weren’t fake this time. I had hired a lawyer. I meant it for real.
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“Cyrus, man, don't go throwing divorce papers every time you get into a spat with Luna,” one of the guests joked.
“Yeah," someone else chimed in. "Remember last time? You had a bunch of typos in it. Did you even fix those?"
Everyone burst into laughter and didn't stop at that. They continued gossiping like I didn't exist.
I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself.
Luna had become a doctoral advisor five years ago. Ever since, her circle of friends had been made up of academics and intellectuals.
With just a bachelor’s degree to my name, I might as well have never gone to school at all in their eyes.
“That’s enough, don’t you think?”
Someone in the crowd finally spoke up, breaking the tension. Only then did the others take the hint and shift the topic.
I leaned forward, trying to see through the crowd, but couldn’t make out a thing.
Taking a deep breath, I bent down to pick up the divorce papers from the floor and handed them to Luna again.