From one perspective, Luna was a good wife—but she wasn’t mine. In her heart, Felix had always come first, even though our relationship had reached the point of divorce.
I called Luna’s parents. They had always treated me well, so I expected them to support me. Instead, they strongly opposed my decision, urging me not to act impulsively and promising to talk to Luna. But my resolve was firm; I didn’t want to live under the burden of a green hat any longer, even if they offered me their winery as compensation to save their daughter's marriage.
That night, I lay on the side of the bed, watching TV as usual. Soon, Luna came home, took a shower, and walked into my room wearing a revealing nightgown. Her fair skin was fully exposed—a sight I hadn’t seen in five years.
“You—”
Before I could finish, Luna threw herself at me and pinned me down.
I was stunned. In the five years of our marriage, Luna had never once thrown herself into my arms like this, let alone been intimate with me or even shared a kiss. But now, what was happening? She clearly loved Felix wholeheartedly and would do anything to please him. So why was she suddenly acting this way?