Luna’s Story 1
“Oh F**K… you’re bottoming me out again! Too deep… I’m gonna piss myself!”
On the night of my remarriage, I climaxed uncontrollably, drenching the sheets. Seventeen times.
I whimpered, trying to pull away.
He grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting harder.
Three deep. Two shallow.
The last one hit so deep I swore I could see my stomach bulge.
“Who’s better? Me or Ethan Carter?”
His hot breath brushed my ear. Dangerous. Low.
I lay limp against his dark suit, unable to speak.
Ethan… my ex—husband. A billionaire mogul.
Six years into our marriage, he fell sick with a mysterious disease, slipping into a coma. The Carter family called in a spiritual master, who claimed it was ancestral wrath—and only a “healing ritual” could cure him.
I didn’t believe it at first.
But the moment the ritual girl arrived, Ethan woke.
The Master said he had to sleep with her 99 times or fall back into the coma. Every night, Ethan slept with Chloe Davis. The only thing he ever said to me was,”Wait.”
Wait… while he slept with another woman.
By day, I prayed on my knees. By night, I listened to them making love, tears streaming.
Until the day I returned with a blessing charm, earned after seven days and nights of kneeling. Just as I reached the door, I heard him laughing with his buddies.
“Ethan, you’re a genius, man. Faking that illness, inventing a ritual, just to bring your mistress home.”
“Only someone from a small—time family like Luna Bennett would fall for it. Everyone in New York knows Ethan fears nothing. He’d burn ancestor plaques! How could he believe in some Master or ritual?”
My blood ran cold. Ethan wasn’t sick. It was all a lie.
The charm burned in my hand, searing through my palm.
His friend smirked.”So, Ethan, Chloe’s at ninety times now? Just nine more, then the ritual’s over. What’s next?”
Ethan lounged on the couch, black shirt unbuttoned, legs crossed. He sipped his drink, smirked, casual.
“When it’s over? I’ll just keep her as my side piece, obviously.”
Cold gripped me, bone—deep.
His friends laughed louder.
“Told you, man. A few women on the side—nothing wrong. Luna? She’s had her five—year stretch. Time served.”
“Women like Chloe? Innocent look, wild in bed. That’s what guys like us crave.”
“Seriously, Ethan, is she better than Luna?”
The glass cracked on the table. Ethan’s eyes snapped open—sharp, lethal.
“No one comes close to Luna. She’ll always be my only love.”
The room froze.
One friend finally asked the question I’d died to know:
“If you love her that much, why fake being sick? Luna’s been through hell. Your family almost dragged her for ‘justice’.”
Ethan’s voice cut through the silence:
“The Carters have a legacy. Every woman marrying in must be tested, prove loyalty. I made an exception for Luna back then. Now, the ‘healing ritual’… is her real test. She hasn’t complained, hasn’t caused a scene, even while I’ve been with others. And she prays for me genuinely.”
A low chuckle, dripping with smug tenderness:
“That proves she’s worthy of being a Carter. The suffering? I’ll spend my life making it up to her.”
Daggers. Straight to my gut.
I laughed. Then the laughter broke into sobs, tears streaming.
The Carters had blamed me for Ethan’s ‘curse,’ their ancestors punishing him—just because I existed. For three months, nothing but abuse and condemnation.
When Ethan first slipped into that coma, I cried until my right eye went nearly useless. Sleepless nights followed, chest aching, staring at the ceiling.
While he was with Chloe, I was on my knees, copying scriptures until my fingers bled.
All fake. Every last bit.
All those ‘loyalty tests’… high—sounding bullshit. He just wanted to cheat without guilt.
I blinked away tears. How had everything gone so wrong? Ethan… he’d loved me once, I was sure of it.
Years ago, at the gated community where Mom worked, I’d saved Ethan from a chase. Too scared to go home, he stayed with me a month. He went crazy for me, pursuing relentlessly.
I refused, again and again.
But he never gave up. Slowly, patiently, he melted my frozen heart.
The moment that sealed it? The acid attack. A jealous classmate tried to burn me. Ethan shielded me, taking the scar and pain himself, drenched in sweat, but still smiling.”As long as you’re okay, Luna.”
At our wedding, he knelt, holding my hand.
“Luna, I, Ethan, will only love you. I’ll never let you be wronged.”
Those words now mocked me. Bitter irony.
Tears dry, laughter from the living room still ringing.
One friend sighed,”Ethan, Luna’s been Mrs. Carter five years. What if she finds out about Chloe?”
Ethan’s gaze went cold.”Then she’ll never know. Shut your mouths.”
“What if she wants a divorce?”
He smirked.”She’s crazy about me. She’ll never leave. Even the whole city couldn’t help her without my say. If she ran… I’d drag her back. Alive or dead, she’s mine.”
My breath hitched. My nails dug into my arm.
Ethan, you’re dead wrong.
I wiped my tears, tossed the blessing charm into the trash, and walked out. Two things to do:
First, go to Mom. I told her everything. She sighed, heavy.
“I never wanted you to marry into that family. I thought he was good… who knew? I’m with you, honey. Let’s get out.”
Second, deregister our identities. New names. If he thought Luna was bound to the Carters forever, fine—I’d erase her.
It would take two weeks. Patience. But I had to go back to the estate first, stay close, keep him unsuspecting.
I returned.
And froze.
Ethan was on the sofa, Chloe beneath him, pounding.
And she… was wearing my wedding dress.
