I can't be your moon.

Our fifth year of marriage. That’s when Julian Sterling fell madly in love with a college student.

They said she was poor, but carried herself with a cool pride, refusing Julian’s black card with a defiant, “I won’t be anyone’s kept woman.” Just those words, I later learned, completely captivated him. He was utterly obsessed.

His pursuit of her became the talk of the town, an open secret whispered in every corner. He chased her relentlessly, seemingly forgetting about me, the wife he’d spent ninety-nine love letters wooing and bringing home.