Chapter 3

My gaze swept over her frame, finally settling on her flat stomach.

I remembered clearly.

For the past two months, Luna had been filming overseas. To avoid paparazzi photos, we barely saw each other.

Even on the rare occasions we met, we parted ways after just a few minutes.

There hadn't been a single opportunity for intimacy. Yet here she was, pregnant.

Something that even I, her legitimate boyfriend, knew nothing about, Julian knew down to the detail.

Then it hit me. Luna’s recent overseas shoot had been in Seattle. And Seattle was precisely where Julian had been studying abroad.

My shocked gaze bounced between the two of them. I never could have guessed that they had been sneaking around behind my back for this long.

In an instant, pure, blinding rage tore through my chest.

Watching Julian gently guide Luna to sit on the sofa, their intimate movements mirroring those of a long-married couple, I completely lost my temper.

I marched over and delivered a vicious kick straight into Julian’s back.

He let out a muffled grunt and crashed hard, sprawling pathetically onto the floor.

"Luke, are you insane?!"

Luna scrambled over to help Julian up. But when she looked up and caught the pitch-black, murderous fury on my face, the curses on the tip of her tongue choked back in her throat.

"Luna Vance, have you ever stopped to think: if I leak all of this to the press, do you really think you’ll get to sit comfortably as the nation’s sweetheart?"

Julian was the first to speak, scrambling into a submissive posture.

"Luke, I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I was drunk that night and lost control of myself!"

"If you're angry, hit me. Punch me twice more! I swear I won't fight back!"

To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to beat him into a bloody pulp.

But reason held me back.

Mindless violence wouldn't solve anything. It would only drag me down into their filthy mess.

Luna glared daggers at me.

"Luke, let me warn you: I am pregnant, and I am a public figure! If you dare lay a finger on me, the public will tear you to shreds!"

She shielded Julian like a protective hen guarding her chick.

Seeing this, whatever lingering warmth was left in my heart died entirely.

"Fine. I can't wait to see that."

I really wanted to see how long Luna could survive in the cutthroat shark tank of the entertainment industry without my money and influence backing her every move.

Hearing how dead my voice was, she faltered slightly, seemingly caught off guard by my absolute detachment.

She bit her lip, stood up, and stared at me. "Luke, did you stop loving me a long time ago?"

"No wonder... so much happened, and you didn't even say a word to fight for me. You're walking away so cleanly, and you're even acting this calm after finding out I'm pregnant."

Faced with her barrage of accusations, I didn't even know what to say.

Was I really the one who had changed?

When a person’s heart is completely dead, do they really need to wail and throw hysterical fits just to prove it?

Eight years of my genuine love had gone into this. I simply wanted to leave both of us a shred of dignity in the end.

Luna walked up to me and reached out, clutching the hem of my jacket.

"Look, I know you've probably messed around outside during this time too. As long as you cut ties with whatever women you have out there, I might consider not breaking up with you."