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"I want them with her," I confess in a lowly voice.
"Then you have to get her back.”
“What if she doesn’t want to come back to me?”
“She loves you. Love will lead her back to you if you let it.”
I dare to hope that I could have Luna back in my arms, and that sparks my heart.
I nod, and Paige smiles wider.
“Then I haven’t given up,” I say with a newfound strength in my voice.
"Good. Then I’ll see you Monday."
"See you."
With a reassuring nod, she leaves, and I return my focus to Luna’s bucket list.
My father told me to make things simple. That's what I have to do now.
The simple answer to this conundrum I'm facing is that I have to find a way to get Luna back.
My way.
That means I have to become the villain again and do everything she said I shouldn't do. So, I can't leave her alone, and I can't stay away.
I still want her for myself, and I won't stop until she's mine again.
Chapter 31
Luna
Igrab the next plate from the soapy water in the sink and rub the cleaning sponge over it.
Emily has one of those high-tech dishwashers you find in restaurants, but ever since I was little, doing the dishes has always taken the edge off when my mind was troubled. Since I'm experiencing the biggest trouble of my life, I took it upon myself to not only clean the dishes, but I did a whole spring clean of Emily's kitchen.
She and Aiden left at lunchtime to go house hunting. They're planning to find a house before their wedding and finally move in together. They didn't before because Aiden travels a lot for work, but now he's managed to secure a position in New York with his company.
I'm happy for them. Things are really coming together, so at least one of us is happy and living a normal life with no deceit, no blackmail, and no being treated like collateral damage.
Emily will have the life that she deserves, unlike me.
It's been three days since Hunter and I last saw each other. Each day that has passed has been worse than the day before.
Emily welcomed me into her home with open arms and has been a pillar of strength. She's taken the greatest care of me and allowed me to cry when I needed to and talk when I wanted to.
She also said I could stay for as long as I wanted and provided the solace I needed for my wounded heart. But not a second has gone by since I left Hunter that my mind hasn't drifted back to the disaster my life has become. One where my father and husband are hypocritical villains wearing masks.
I don't know who has hurt me more, Hunter or Dad. When I think of Dad, I feel sick to my stomach and am still in a state of shock, but when I think of Hunter and all his sordid plans, my soul weeps as if it's dying.
Hunter has hurt me more than words can ever describe, and the ache in my heart is so painful, I find it difficult to breathe at times.
I keep seeing his face when he told me the truth, but what's worse is remembering the moments when I figured out the things he never told me—all the darker parts of his plans that involved the end of us.
Hunter hasn’t stopped calling me, but I can't speak to him yet. I don't know when I will or if I'll ever be able to. Things are still too raw and the hurt still too great, so it's best I wait.
As for Dad, I've been treading with the care of a person walking on ice that could crack at any given moment.
