Lunaria’s POV.
I was so livid I could barely see straight. My chest heaved as I remembered glaring across the table at Henry. His expression was calm, almost smug, as if he truly believed what he’d just said made sense.
“How could you even suggest that, Henry?” I hissed, my voice trembling with disbelief. “You know how much Liam means to me! He’s my son—my world! And you want me to leave him behind? Stay in my father’s palace while I move in with you?”
I could still dee myself walking away from him as he called for me to wait for him but I didn’t care about him. It was clear he had chosen what he wanted to do. I wasn’t the choice he wanted.
“Lunaria, wait!” Henry called, scrambling to stand up, but just then, one of the waiters approached him with the bill. He hesitated, glancing betwe
