All Chapters of Divorce didn't make me your ex: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ACEThe drone of voices in the boardroom wears me out more than anything. Some days, it feels like my whole world is moving in circles, spinning and spinning, going nowhere. Today was one of those days. One where all I wanted was to go home and rip off this damn tie that’s choking me, as if to remind me that I’m still trapped.“Mr. Montesino, with your authorization, we could—”“Do whatever you want, Alfonso. Just send me the report,” I cut in, already getting to my feet.The watch on my wrist read five twenty-seven. I almost laughed out loud. I could picture Luna’s impatient glare, her arms crossed, that foot tapping the floor with an irritation she didn’t even try to hide. She pulled the same stunt every time I was late. She didn’t scream, she didn’t cry—that wasn’t her style.But I knew her. Or I thought I did.I knew it was all an act. I knew that, in the end, she always waited for me.Always.From the day we sealed that deal, I knew what to expect. One year. A year of living toge

LUNA I wake up with sunlight filtering through the curtainless window of my bedroom. I stretch slowly, feeling each muscle in my body awaken with me. A smile escapes before I even notice. I look at the ceiling and raise my arms above my head, opening and closing my hands like a child asking to be picked up, but really, I’m just moving my hands. Obviously, I’m not asking the ceiling for anything. Today, there’s no alarm ringing, no voice calling from the hallway, no obligations imposed by others. Today, all I need to do is exist—and I’ll do that with pleasure. I get up still barefoot, feeling the cold floor beneath my feet, and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and let the water run while I look at myself in the mirror. My curls are messy, my pajamas a bit crooked, my face still puffy with sleep… but nothing that can’t be fixed. The shower is hot and unhurried. The fragrant foam wraps around my skin like a hug, and for a few minutes, all I think about is how the water runs

ACEThe hallway feels far too long.The sound of my own footsteps is irritating.Every word she spoke still reverberates in my ears. I never thought Luna would have the courage to reaffirm the separation — I thought that as soon as she saw me she’d change her mind and come running back home.It wasn’t what she said that made me accept the divorce; I simply realized that pulling the rope by force won’t work now. I need calm and patience. She was kicking me out, and even so, it was the most alive I’ve ever seen Luna since we got married. Those tears she refused to let fall… ah… if she had let them fall, it would have been an adorable sight. I’ve never seen such a genuine expression of sadness; I almost wanted to stay a little longer until she cried in front of me. However, I know her pride wouldn’t allow it — it’s a pity, but that’s fine. There will be other opportunities.The elevator doors open and I step in alone. The cold light reflects off the metal, and I stare at my own reflectio

ACEThe house was so quiet that the sound of water dripping from the filter seemed unbearably loud. I leaned against the kitchen counter with a glass in my hand, watching the droplets slide down the sides. I took a sip, trying to ignore the anxiety tightening in my stomach and the sleepless nights of late. Ever since she left, silence had become my new companion. Not a single trace of that jasmine perfume lingered in the house.The phone buzzed on the counter. A notification. Then another. I already knew it was Bob before I even looked.I unlocked the screen.“She’s here.”The first photo showed Luna stepping out of the car. Wearing a black dress that hugged her body, her curls standing out, wine-red lipstick. A kind she never wore. At least not when she was with me.The second photo was of her entering a bar.The third, she was hugging that Daniela and the other one… Priscila. I rolled my eyes. Two prime examples of bad influence in human form. The same two who always encouraged Luna

ACEI stood in front of the closed door, still feeling the warmth of her body in my arms, as if her presence had clung to my skin.And then I laughed. Low, rough, with that bittersweet taste of irony dancing in my mouth.She ran away like a frightened cat.No.More like a rabbit that thought it was safe in a foreign forest, only to discover—too late—that the predator had been beside it the whole time.I placed a hand over my mouth, trying to hold back the laughter threatening to rise again.The image of her—wide eyes, shaky breath, trembling fingers as she tried to open that door…“Ahhh…” I murmured, almost with mocking tenderness. “I didn’t know you could be that cute, Luna.”I tilted my head to the side, the smile still glued to my lips.“Why did you never show me those reactions, huh?”The words slipped out in a whisper, meant for no one but the memory still burning hot inside me.I calmly pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Bob’s number.“Hey. I’m outside Luna’s building. Co