Luna’s POV
We weren’t the kind of couple that ended in scandal.
We were the kind people envied.
Tall glass windows. Custom-cut suits. Scented halls and curated silence. We hosted dinners where power sat across power and discussed legacy over Bordeaux.
No one saw the cracks—because we were too good at keeping them polished.
That’s why I knew the moment Artemis threw his fist at Marcus in the courthouse hallway, everything would come undone.
And I let it.
The divorce hearing didn’t resume that day.
How could it? My husband broke another man’s face in front of a judge. The very moment I should have tasted freedom, I got slapped with a new kind of sentence—uncertainty.
Artemis didn’t apologize.
He barely even looked at me as he walked me to his car.
“I should’ve killed him,” he mutt
