"Cyrus, looks like playing househusband's gotten a little too comfortable for you," she sneered. "Have you earned a single dime since we got married? If it weren't for me, would you be living this cushy little life?"
"If you want to leave, fine! But you're not taking a damn thing from this house!" Luna snapped.
I thought back to the time when her career was just taking off. She had begged me to quit my job, to stay home and support her from behind the scenes. I'd agreed without hesitation. As a man, I was proud to stand by her.
Now all that loyalty had rotted into bitterness between us.
The love we'd shared when we were young had sharpened into a blade over the years instead. She didn't hesitate to turn it against me.
My hand shook on the suitcase handle. My voice caught in my throat as I forced myself to speak.
"You want me to open it so you can check?"
Luna arched an eyebrow and threw a judgmental glare. "And I’ll need to search you too. Everything you're carrying," she said coldly.