I Was His Luna, Not His Trash Chapter 07

I Was His Luna, Not His Trash Chapter 07

When I woke up, it was dusk. 

Aaron sat by the bed, trying to keep my phone out of 

my reach. “Elena, you need to rest right now. I’ll 

handle everything.” 

“We’re breaking the bond.” 

The phone hit the floor with a thud. 

He just stared at me. “What did you say?” 

So I said it again, calmly and clearly. “Aaron, I want to separate from you.” 

“No.” His voice. “I won’t. I will never agree to that.” 

“What you want doesn’t matter anymore,” I said. “Actually, the moment you decided to sacrifice me, that should have been the end of everything.” 

His face went pale. “You…you know?” 

A wave of exhaustion hit me. “Did you think I was a fool, Aaron? The moment you gave me that document, that hotel address…I knew. I just never thought you’d hate me for it afterward.” 

He grabbed my hand. “No! That’s not how it was! I didn’t-” 

He didn’t finish. 

Neither of us needed to say it out loud. It just sat there, ugly and undeniable. 

“I want half the assets. Aiden stays with you. I’m giving up visitation rights. I’ll take the house in Westhaven. You can handle the rest.” I listed the conditions like a shopping list, my voice flat. 

Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. “Elena,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.” 

I looked down at my flat stomach, a bitter smile touching my lips. “Look what your love has done to me.” 

“Give me a chance to make it right. I’ll break up with Chloe. As for her baby…I’ll make it go away.” 

I shook my head. “That doesn’t involve me anymore.” 

The door opened without warning. Aiden stepped in, his young face carrying that familiar scowl. “Is she okay? Is she-” 

Aaron grabbed his shoulder. “Apologize to your mother! Right now!” 

Aiden’s mouth fell open. He looked from me to his 

father. His face flushed red with a mix of anger and 

shame. “Why? I didn’t do anything wrong! She 

shouldn’t-” 

The slap was deafening in the cold room. Aiden clutched his cheek, crying out in pain. “You hit me?! 

How could you hit me!” 

“She’s your mother!” Aaron roared. “You will not speak to her that way! Now, apologize!” 

Faced with this terrifying new version of his father, 

Aiden crumbled. 

He turned to me, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mom! I’m sorry! I was wrong!” 

I watched the performance, feeling nothing. 

I didn’t need any of it anymore.