The last person Luna wanted to see today…was her.
How could she ever forget that face?
When Luna returned to Hades's side, a certain girl was already there, standing far too close.
And then the truth struck—she was his fiancée.
Luna's chest caved in, her heart splintering like fragile glass.
She told herself she had no right to blame him. Time had passed, and Hades believed his Luna was long gone. Yet, no amount of reason dulled the sting. What tore her apart wasn't only the ring that bound them—it was the way his eyes softened around her, the way his voice warmed when speaking to her.
Every glance, every touch, every smile he gave that girl made Luna feel as though something precious was being stolen from her, piece by piece, day after day.
Hopelessness gnawed at her. Especially when she saw that Kayla's affection for him was just as real.
