The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 9

Ella POV

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Sophia looked at me like I’d just pissed all over her expensive shoes, even though it wasn’t my fault that Alexander had cut their night short. After the day I’d just had, I didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“But-” Sophia began in a whining voice, only to be cut off by Alexander.

“There will be other nights, Sophia.” Alexander pushed away from the wall where he was leaning and guided her to the door. “Go to bed. Or don’t. You’re an adult. Just leave me so I can speak to my wife.”

Sophia made a little sound of displeasure, but left anyway. She gave me one last malicious glance before she slipped out of the banquet hall and disappeared with a whiff of floral perfume.

Once Sophia was gone, Alexander took me by the arm and led me away from the prying ears of the staff who were currently cleaning up the banquet. We received a few sidelong glances, and I knew there would be a bit of gossip tonight about our odd behavior at the banquet, but right now I didn’t care.

We made our way down the hall and to a small sitting room with a few chairs and a chess table. It had to have been used by some guests for smoking cigars during the banquet, because the air smelled like smoke. Alexander gestured for me to enter and I stepped inside, but I didn’t sit down.

Finally, once the door was shut and we were truly alone, he turned to look at me. “Do you really want to go through with the divorce?”

I bristled a little, trying not to show my excitement. Had Alexander decided to help me after all? I had hardly dared to hope that my efforts might pay off in the span of a single day, but I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Yes,” I said, folding my hands in front of me. “I want a divorce.”

Alexander looked at me for a moment, and my hope began to gutter out. I tried to keep my expression calm, but it wasn’t easy when he was staring at me like that.

up what is

that; my conversation with my father had been nothing short of devastating, and I should have known that Alexander wasn’t a charitable man. If there was no money, then there was

and that seemed to be all the answer Alexander

is back, and since daddy dearest doesn’t want to pay your way out

gaze up, incredulous. “You

mention his name. Now I know the truth: you and

believe what Alexander was saying; he actually thought that I was in love with

leaned against the back of a

a snort, but a full-bellied laugh with my head thrown back.

Either way, it didn’t matter; his words

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he could do was just look at me

I wanted was to not fucking die, and yet he was making up imaginary betrayals-accusing me of having sex with a childhood friend who I hadn’t seen in over a decade. He would rather do that than just listen to me and help me

I was a lying, conniving, philandering piece of shit rather than a woman who didn’t want to die at

on itself at that moment. Suddenly, what little emotion I

explain myself to him, to make him feel better and not jealous. As if I were still the good wife I had spent five years trying to be: the type of wife who would never intentionally make

But now…

was having an affair. If it would sooner lead to

deny it. Let him think what he wanted to think. The

for a moment, I thought he might blow his lid. But surprisingly, his

we’re stuck together now, whether we like it or not. We can’t go having a divorce scandal during my election campaign. So I’ll make

intrigued. “What