"Cyrus, looks like playing househusband's gotten a little too comfortable for you," she sneered. "Have you earned a single dime since we got married? If it weren't for me, would you be living this cushy little life?"
"If you want to leave, fine! But you're not taking a damn thing from this house!" Luna snapped.
I thought back to the time when her career was just taking off. She had begged me to quit my job, to stay home and support her from behind the scenes. I'd agreed without hesitation. As a man, I was proud to stand by her.
Now all that loyalty had rotted into bitterness between us.
The love we'd shared when we were young had sharpened into a blade over the years instead. She didn't hesitate to turn it against me.
My hand shook on the suitcase handle. My voice caught in my throat as I forced myself to speak.
"You want me to open it so you can check?"
Luna arched an eyebrow and threw a judgmental glare. "And I’ll need to search you too. Everything you're carrying," she said coldly.
"Cyrus, do you think you're the only one who's been wronged? You know damn well what you did back then! If it weren't for your father getting down on his knees and begging me, you'd have walked away from this marriage with nothing!"
She paused, her voice dripping with fake generosity.
"Of course, if you want to change your mind, just get on your knees and apologize. Maybe then, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
She was talking about that photo from five years ago, the one that "proved" I had cheated.
It was a mistake, a photo taken from a bad angle, but Luna didn’t care. She decided I was guilty and to punish me, she aborted our child—five months along—without a second thought.
I had tried to explain many times that I'd lost count. Luna still refused to believe a word I said. She even forced me to sign the consent forms for the abortion.
In the end, it had been my father who begged her not to leave me. That was the only reason we stayed together.
They say misunderstandings could be cleared up with time, but sometimes, when the bond broke, it’d be gone for good. I used to believe that if I just stayed quiet, stayed patient, kept making her happy, eventually I'd have the chance to explain everything.
Standing there now, I realized that it was nothing but a wishful thinking.
Some misunderstandings never go away. Because some people don't want the truth. Ever.
"Fine," I said, voice low.