Chapter 3

In the video, Luna was dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, her arm linked with Owen’s as they stepped onto the grand altar.

Owen knelt down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Miss Dawson, will you be my wife?"

Their friends’ voices echoed in the background, cheering, "Marry him! Marry him!"

The video abruptly ended.

Faced with undeniable proof, Owen’s expression darkened.

"Suzy, since when did you become so petty?"

I let out a bitter laugh. "My husband is out there having a wedding with another woman, and now you’re calling me petty? Am I supposed to hand my husband over to someone else to be considered gracious?"

Owen rubbed his temples, his tone laced with frustration.

"It was just a joke between friends. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d misunderstand. Luna and I were high school classmates. She just got back from studying abroad, so we threw her a welcome party. Luna mentioned wanting to shoot a wedding vlog for fun, so we went along with it.

"Suzy, I’m exhausted. Can you stop this right now?"

With that, Owen tossed his suit jacket aside and retreated to the bedroom, collapsing into bed.

The faint scent of perfume, one that wasn’t mine, lingered on his clothes.

I let out a cold laugh.

Of course, after spending the night with Luna, he would be tired.

It was time I started making plans for myself.

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Later that evening, perhaps realizing how inappropriate his behavior had been, Owen suggested taking me and our daughter out for dinner.

When we arrived, Luna was already there.

How convenient.

I turned to Owen, pointing at Luna. "What’s she doing here?"

"We were talking about dinner earlier, and Luna mentioned she was hungry, so I thought we’d all eat together," he said, frowning like I was the one being unreasonable, then turned and smiled warmly at Luna.

The two of them sat close together, with Owen gently holding Luna’s hand. "Your hands are freezing. Why don’t you take better care of yourself?"

She laughed softly. "That’s what I have you for."

I sat in silence, holding my daughter, watching it all unfold.

Luna suddenly leaned over and pinched my daughter’s cheek.

"Aww, is this Owen’s daughter? She’s adorable! I heard she’s named Luna, just like me?"

Before I could respond, Luna smiled, taking a crystal pendant off her neck and placing it in my daughter’s hands.

"This was a Valentine’s Day gift from Owen. I’ve always cherished it, but now I’m giving it to your little one."

Owen awkwardly cleared his throat. "Let’s focus on ordering food instead of just chatting."

I glanced down at the pendant. The front was engraved with "Luna," and on the back was "Owen," etched into the flawless crystal—a perfect symbol of their so-called love.

The food arrived shortly after. Spicy chicken wings, Cajun blackened fish, and fiery beef stew—all heavily spiced dishes. I picked up my fork, stared at the plates for a moment, then quietly set it down.

Not a single dish was something I could eat.

Meanwhile, Luna playfully nudged Owen. "You remembered how much I love spicy food!"

Owen lightly tapped her nose. "Of course."

That entire meal, I barely tasted a thing.

It wasn’t until the end, as Owen noticed my fading figure, that he seemed to realize something.

"Sorry, Suzy, I forgot you can’t handle spicy food. Do you want me to order something else for you?"

I shook my head. "No, it’s fine."

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On the way back, Luna climbed into the front passenger seat before I even had a chance.

Owen didn’t say a word of protest.

I quietly opened the back door.

"Owen, I’ve been wanting to visit our high school again," Luna said, resting her chin in her hand, her eyes sparkling. "Remember that little grove? That’s where you knelt down and confessed your love to me."