She kicked the papers aside with her heel and her cold and mocking tone penetrated my heart like a sharp knife.
What Luna didn’t know was that the divorce papers weren’t fake this time. I had hired a lawyer. I meant it for real.
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“Cyrus, man, don't go throwing divorce papers every time you get into a spat with Luna,” one of the guests joked.
“Yeah," someone else chimed in. "Remember last time? You had a bunch of typos in it. Did you even fix those?"
Everyone burst into laughter and didn't stop at that. They continued gossiping like I didn't exist.
I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself.
Luna had become a doctoral advisor five years ago. Ever since, her circle of friends had been made up of academics and intellectuals.
With just a bachelor’s degree to my name, I might as well have never gone to school at all in their eyes.
“That’s enough, don’t you think?”
Someone in the crowd finally spoke up, breaking the tension. Only then did the others take the hint and shift the topic.
I leaned forward, trying to see through the crowd, but couldn’t make out a thing.
Taking a deep breath, I bent down to pick up the divorce papers from the floor and handed them to Luna again.