Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets

lt like someone was playing with the shade that covered the window and with the way my sleep was being interrupted, I could feel myself getting angry. Who was

asing the air in the room and making me want to roll my eyes. A maid walked in, carrying a tray of perfectly creamed doughnuts and my mouth turned watery at the sight. Wait, was this a test from Nathaniel ? He knew how I loved my doughnuts to be like that... could it be that... I dragged my gaze forcefully away from the tray and met Nathaniel 's eyes on me then Grayson's scrutinizing orbs bore deep into the side of my head. My heart did a skip as they both watched me closely. I looked away, ensuring the mask of indifference was still on even though all I wanted to do right now is consume those doughnuts. The maid dropped the tray and raised her head to look at me, she blinked as shock registered on her face. "Luna-" "You can leave," Came Nathaniel 's sharp order. She flinched before scurrying away, not even attempting to confirm. Of course, she would know me. Who wouldn't? I gulped hard and picked my spoon, slightly sending a quick glance at the doughnuts. "You know... we once had a Luna in this pack..." Nathaniel said, reaching for the tray of doughnuts, trapping my attention alongside. "She liked fully creamed doughnuts a lot and do you want to know the ironic part of it?" He asked, raising his eyes to meet Liam's. "She looked a lot like Miss Maurene and also bore the same name as her. I don't know what this might be, I have been hearing of people having similar faces and almost the same names but this is the first time for me, seeing and feeling it myself." He said, sending a directed look at me. Liam picked up the glass of juice before him and had a few gulps, then he said, " And what happened to this Luna of yours?" His question totally threw everyone, including me, off guard. Why was Liam asking this question? Nathaniel flickered his gaze across to me, as if asking for permission to talk about us. I did not give him any reaction, the only one was my hands gripping the spoon in a death grasp. The silence stretched between us as I lifted the spoon to my mouth, trying to make sure my fingers were not shaking. Grayson broke the silence, something that was peculiar to his being. "She left." Those words made me halt the spoon mid air and send him a shocked lo