Rejected and Reborn: Luna's redemption

's P

universe seemed to conspire against me. In just a week, my marriage crumbled, I was cast out

came cras

ed, leaving me with absolutely nothing. It was too much to b

riage, my status, my inheritance. But losing

f as Dr. Andrew sat across from me. His smile was faint, almost hesitant, a

r, but the tears betrayed me, spilling freely. My voice barely rose above a whisper. "You said he was gettin

able, a deep sigh leaving his lips. "Anna, he was improv

rsweet smile tugged at my lips. "You really made me believe he'd pu

ose above a whispe

"This isn't on you. You did your best...

a sile

sing to be ignored. My fingers curled into my palm as doubt crept

eld a mix of confu

f the chair. "I mean the test results, the ones saying I'

except for that one reckless night with Logan, there had been nothing. No in

eet of paper toward me. "Anna, this is the third test you've requested

s, pressing them against my chest as if that could somehow change what they s

n to my stomach. Flat. Normal. Impossible. My gaze flickere

uldn't

nt? Me

. My feet felt glued to the ground as images flo

pected to stand beside him, whether I wanted to or not. That night was a haze of forced smile

ed as I clutched the test results ti

king me off balance. I staggered back, my hand fl

ipped from my thro

. With h

sick, disgusted, trapped in a n

s to me? I would rather die than bring

be. But the crumpled test results

ng the paper before I ripped it apart, over and over, until the pieces slipped through my fing

to get away. The streets blurred, my mind a whirlwind of chaos. And then-l

my chest tightening as if invisible hands were squeezing the air out of me. It hurt, God

eel, my head hanging low. My chest felt tig

ar jerking out of control. My heart pounde

metal crunched, and my body lurched forwar

et. The world blurred. Then pain

legs felt weak as I stumbled out, gasping for air. Step by step, I m

arely holding me up as I inched

mile tugging at my lips. The dark wav

son's laughter, my father's

I murmured, my voice

a tangled mess, but one thing was c

about to step forward, a voice rang through the air, sharp and

slowly turned toward the voice,

at, his hands buried deep in his pockets. My gaze travele

r, too familiar. My stomach twisted as

isbelief crashed over me like a tidal wave, my

uldn'

life into a battlefield, relentlessly trying to

in a whisper, as if saying it too lo

ble. Cyrus was dead.

here h

, it'

my spine, sending a col

and knowing. "Is this really

ogan? The one where you swore he'd be

d. How the hell

ng about me!" I shot back,

amused. "Oh, but I do. I know you better than you t

y went

. Even Logan doesn't

lower. "Tell me... shouldn't the ones who

hing. My mind screamed for a r

coaxing. "Take my hands, Anna. If you truly want to see L

re you planning, Cyrus?" I asked

ocking onto mine with an intensit

y him,"