Orphan Luna Was the Real Queen

A mocking glint flashed in my eyes.

What was this supposed to be?

Compensation, charity, or a final act of pity?

Compared to my carefully cultivated moonlight roses, they were as crude as a joke.

Ha.

After confirming the fruit of love with Scarlett, had he finally remembered there was a pet at home that needed appeasing?

Were these flowers the last bit of dignity he was leaving for me, the trash about to be swept out the door?

That familiar churning sensation in my stomach began stirring again.

"Honey, you're home?"

Ethan's voice came from the direction of the bathroom.

Fresh from his shower, he only carried the scent of steam and sea salt, yet it still made me want to vomit.

He walked up to me, raising his hand to embrace me, but I dodged without leaving a trace.

His hand wavered in the air for a moment before he casually moved it to his head.

"Why are you so late? I called but you didn't answer."

I lowered my gaze, giving a perfunctory response.

"Nothing much, just went to check out the anniversary banquet venue. My phone was on silent, so I didn't hear it."

Ethan's expression immediately softened.

He strode forward, gently pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.

"You can leave these little things to me. You just need to wait five days and dress beautifully for the banquet."

"Just thinking about our fifth wedding anniversary in five days makes me so happy. Honey, being able to marry you is the blessing of Moon Goddess."

He loosened his hold slightly, cupping my face with both hands, his gaze focused as if I were his entire world.

"Honey, if there's anything that makes you unhappy, remember to tell me, okay? I'm the person who loves you most in this world. Don't hide anything from me, hmm?"

If this had been a week ago, I probably would have been moved to tears.

Would there be anyone else in the world who would treat me as well as he did?

But now, having seen his true face, I only felt utterly disgusted!

Though I didn't understand why he still thought we had a future. He had already promised Scarlett he would strike against me at the anniversary in five days.

Yet now he was saying these things. Did he want me to unknowingly "adopt" his and Scarlett's child?

Or was he planning to simply send Scarlett and the child somewhere I couldn't see them?

One family outside, another family with me. Playing me for a fool?

Enormous disgust and fury at being manipulated erupted like a volcano in my chest.

Yet I had to force down the nausea.

He seemed to sense something.

If he discovered I was planning to leave, would I still be able to go?

I didn't know.

But it was only five days either way. I could endure a little longer.