Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Old Flames

Luna's POV

"Owen Ortega??? Oh my goodness it's really you!!” A smile curved on my lips..

"Yes Luna, good to see you, I missed you so much!!”

He hugged me with his arms wrapped around me, and I felt the old flames of love reignite. For a moment, I forgot about Victor, forgot about the pain.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you again Luna, I kept dreaming of a day like this to come, oh my dearest Luna!!”

"It feels so good to be in your arms again!!” I was just like a baby in the arms of Owen.

We talked about our childhood, our laughter, and our adventures. It was like no time had passed at all. He held my hands and kissed them, "You are still the most beautiful woman that rocks my world!!”

"Oh please!!!” I blushed so hard.

"Your cheeks are burning up as usual!!“

"No, it's not!” I denied covering my face with my hands.

"You are blushing!!”

"No!!”

We argued and just like that our lips touched each other and it sparked up a deep connection between us but then, his expression turned serious and the room was quiet as our eyes remained locked in each other.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked, his voice laced with hurt.

I felt a lump form in my throat. I couldn't answer him, couldn't explain the choices I'd made.

So I ran. I fled the room, leaving Owen behind even when he tried to stop me. Why does he have to come now that my life is miserable? He should be my husband and not the monster I am with currently.

I couldn't face the truth, couldn't confront the what-ifs.

I ran from the room, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't face Owen's question, couldn't confront the choices I'd made.

As I turned a corner, I saw Victor standing by the window, his eyes fixed on me. Oh no, I know I am doomed, I spent too much time alone, and looking at him now, I can tell he is filled with rage and just a little trigger, he is going to beat the hell out of me.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice cold as the monster that he is. "We're supposed to be signing autographs and taking photos with fans."

"Are you deaf now? Answer me this instant Luna!!“ He yelled and I fidgeted.

"I...I..” I stuttered, my lips shaking and my entire body shivering in fear.

I tried to lie, to come up with an excuse, but Victor's grip on my arm tightened before I could even try to save my ass."Don't bother," he hissed. "I know you did this on purpose and I am going to deal with you."

"No, I didn't do it on possible, I...I..”

"So all of a sudden you can't speak again?” He tightened his grip on me. Just then, a group of ladies approached us, cooing and fawning over Victor. He immediately transformed, his smile charming and warm. "They are so perfect, I wish I could be in her shoes, being spoiled by the handsome billionaire and wearing expensive things like her, she is living my dream!!” One of the ladies voiced out and immediately Victor started his fake lines to me.

"Darling, I'm so sorry I'm late," he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "My wife and I were just having a moment, right?” He gazes at me and I let out a smile saying, "Yes, so baby are we taking the autograph now?”

"Yes, my beautiful wife!” He kissed my cheek but deep down, I was crying inside.

The ladies giggled and simpered.

Victor's hand on my arm tightened a reminder to play along. I forced a smile, trying to hide my tears.

As we posed for photos and signed autographs, I felt like I was living a lie. Victor's grip on my arm never relaxed a constant reminder of his control. I saw Owen, and his countenance had already changed. He just walked away and my heart was broken into pieces. I love him so much and I still can't believe my love for him hasn't changed but is it too late for me? What can I do to be with him?

Immediately the fans were gone, and we were alone again, Victor's mask slipped. "You'll pay for this," he whispered, his eyes glinting with malice.

I knew I had to be careful, and had to tread carefully around Victor's temper.

But my heart was no longer mine to control. It belonged to Owen, it has always belonged to him and I knew I would do anything to be with him again.

I made use of the restroom and overheard a lady crying on the phone saying she couldn't continue with her marriage anymore, she just wanted to be happy so she was taking the divorce.

Hearing this, I said to myself, that it was time to brace myself up and take the bold step, it's my happiness and sanity we are talking about here.

As soon as we stepped into our house, Victor's facade crumbled. His eyes blazed with fury, and his voice dropped to a menacing growl.

"You think you can humiliate me like that?" he spat, slamming the door shut behind us. "Doing whatever you please? You are my property, you belong to me and I own your life?"

I cowered, knowing what was coming.

"Victor, please—"

"Shut up!" he bellowed, his hand connecting with my cheek. "

Victor's rage was unstoppable. He dragged me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed.

"You're mine," he snarled, his fingers wrapping around my throat. "This is your punishment."

I struggled to breathe, his grip tightening.

"Never in your life humiliate me like that again, is that clear?"

I nodded my head with tears streaming down my eyes, he hissed, his eyes burning with possessiveness.

As suddenly as it began, the storm subsided. Victor released me, standing up to adjust his cufflinks.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered, his voice cold. "We have dinner guests arriving soon."

I lay there, gasping for air, my heart shattered.

But I knew I couldn't give up. Owen's presence had awakened something within me.

A spark of resistance.A flame of hope. I guess I am doing this, I am divorcing Victor.

*

I dreamt of my first moments with Owen, he was my first. He makes me feel so special and I failed to keep my promise to him.

I secretly got my divorce papers ready and waited for him to return from one of his business trips.

"What is it??” He asked immediately and I told him we needed to talk. I got so scared but I summoned the courage at once to think of Owen.

"I want out!! these are the divorce papers!” He laughed like a psychopath.