All Chapters of Discarded Luna: My Alpha's Worst Nightmare : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LARA'S POV I had been awake since six that morning. I vacuumed the living room twice, changed the flowers in the hallway vase three times, and spent forty minutes deciding between two identical white candles. By five in the afternoon the dining table looked exactly the way I had pictured it. White linen, our good plates, the wine Andre had been saving for something worth celebrating. I stood at the end of the table and looked at it for a moment. Ten years. That felt worth it. I went upstairs and changed into the blue dress he once told me was his favourite. I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror, smoothed my hair, and decided I looked fine. Not nervous. I had no reason to be nervous. This was my home and tonight was our anniversary and I had cooked his favourite meal and everything was ready. I heard the front door open at six forty-five. I came down the stairs smiling. Andre was standing in the entrance hall with his jacket open and his tie loosened, the way he always

LARA'S POV I read it twice to make sure I understood every word. I was six weeks pregnant when they operated. The doctor found out during the screening before surgery and called Andre right away. Andre picked up. Andre responded. His exact words were written down at the bottom of the page. Patient's husband was informed of the pregnancy at 11.42am. He advised the team to proceed and stated that the pregnancy was not a priority. Not a priority. He knew before they made the first cut. He sat in that chair this morning, touched my face, asked how I was feeling, and said nothing. He made that decision in under a minute and then came to check that the surgery went well. I put the papers face down on the side table. I put both hands flat on the blanket and looked at the ceiling and stayed very still for a long time. I did not cry. Something had closed off inside me and crying was on the other side of it now. I reached under my pillow and took out the phone. Marcus picked up before

LARA'S POV Mr Collins from Marcus's office arrived early in the morning while the ward was still quiet. He was young, wore a grey suit, and moved efficiently. He set his briefcase on the chair beside my bed, opened it, and laid out two sets of documents on my blanket without wasting time on small talk. The first was the business acquisition papers Marcus had promised to send. The second was the divorce papers I had requested. He handed me a pen and pointed to the first pencil mark. I worked through them carefully, page by page. I was almost done with the last signature when the door swung open. I looked up and my hands stopped moving. Andre was standing in the doorway. He was not supposed to be here until the afternoon. He looked at me, then at Mr Collins, then at the papers spread across my blanket. His eyes stayed on the papers. I had about two seconds. "Andre," I said. I kept my voice easy and relaxed. "This is Mr Collins. He is from my insurance company. My father set up a su

ANDRE'S POV My phone lit up on the table between the appetisers and the main course. I glanced at the screen and picked it up. It was a shareholder alert from Castellano Holdings. I read it once and then read it again to make sure I was understanding it correctly. An unknown entity had acquired eight percent of my company overnight. Eight percent. In a single night. I put the phone face down on the table and picked up my wine glass and set it back down without drinking. Tasha was saying something about redecorating Dylan's room. I was not listening. My lawyer called thirty seconds later. I picked up before the second ring. "I just saw it," he said. "There is more. A second purchase processed while I was trying to reach you. They are sitting at fifteen percent now and they are still moving." I pushed back from the table. My chair scraped against the floor. "Find out who it is," I said. "Tonight. I do not care what it costs." I ended the call and sat very still with the phone in my

LARA'S POV I arrived at the lunch seven minutes early and chose a table where I could see the entire room. I had picked this particular event deliberately. It was attended by the same people who had spent the last three weeks whispering about Andre's difficult wife and her dramatic exit from the marriage. I wanted them to see me before the story they had built in their heads became the only version that existed. The first person I saw when I walked in was Clara Mendez, who had called me twice after the anniversary dinner to ask if I was all right and had not called again after that. She was standing near the entrance with two other women I recognised from various charity events over the years. All three of them looked at me and then looked at each other and then looked back at me. I smiled at them the way you smile at people you are always pleased to see and went to find my seat. By the time the first course arrived I had greeted twelve people. Every single one of them had been ca