All Chapters of Divorce didn't make me your ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

LUNA“But if you want... We can be crazy together.”God, what was I doing?My body was practically glued to his when I realized, with unforgivable delay, that this was a terrible idea. Yes, I had definitely lost my mind.I immediately backed away, as if he were on fire. Actually... maybe he was. Too hot. Too close. Too dangerous.“I prefer to be rational,” I declared, smoothing out my wrinkled shirt and trying to appear more composed than I actually was. “And you... what exactly did you come to do in my room, Ace?”He smiled. That smug smile that always irritated me.“I came to borrow your cell phone,” he replied with a casual shrug, as if entering a woman's bedroom early in the morning wearing only a towel was part of a perfectly normal routine. “I need to ask Bob to bring me some clothes. Mine still stink from yesterday.”I widened my eyes.“You invaded my room... half-naked... to ask for my phone?”“Technically, I’m wearing a towel,” he countered, displaying the item with a small h

LUNAThe flowers arrived exactly when I was trying to convince the kettle not to explode. The delivery guy seemed nervous; in fact, I wasn't convinced he was a legitimate delivery person. He was carrying a bouquet of light pink peonies and white flowers, as beautiful as it was ordinary. The card hanging in the middle caught my eye before I even took the arrangement."I had a wonderful night thanks to you. Thank you, darling."The kettle whistled, but I heard nothing but the sound of my own indignation building up.My finger started to tremble. My eye did too. This wasn't a note. It was pure provocation. A psychological attack from a completely unbalanced and irritatingly... effective man."That jerk."I ripped the card off violently, tearing it into pieces so small that even recycling would be ashamed to accept them. Next, I grabbed the bouquet and walked to the trash can like a bride in a fury halfway through the ceremony. Crushing it with both hands and tossing it in the garbage was

ACEThe clock seemed frozen; I was still at the office. The half-empty glass of whiskey, ignored, and the laptop screen reflecting charts and reports that meant nothing anymore. My eyes were stinging, which meant it was time to stop.I picked up my phone and saw a notification from Bob."Call me when you're free, boss. Bad news."I frowned. I dialed the number and stood up, pacing the carpet like a caged beast. He answered quickly.“Hello, boss.”“I’m listening. Go ahead.”There was a brief pause, and I recognized the sound of hesitation that precedes something bad.“That guy Henrique. The painter. He met with Luna today.”My hand clenched around the phone.“Where...?”“At that gallery downtown. The same one your company has a stake in. It seems she ran into him by chance, but...” Bob exhaled. “They left there together. They went to a coffee shop nearby. I kept watch. They talked, they laughed, and they exchanged numbers again.”I didn't say anything. The rage surged straight from my

ACEI tossed my jacket onto the back of the sofa and collapsed as if I'd run a marathon. The broom marks from my wife were still stinging on my arms. Literally assaulted with household items. And for no reason. Okay... for some reason. But would it have killed her to listen to me before throwing objects?I sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling of my empty house.“Nice work, Montesino...” I muttered, with a crooked smile. “This time it was almost a success, if we disregard the part where you were chased out like a basement rat.”I closed my eyes and rested my arm over my face, trying to ignore the loneliness that now seemed much louder. I was exhausted. More mentally than physically. I tried not to think about Luna’s expression when she called me an obsessive spirit and an emotional burden; I’d been laughing at her creative insults the entire way home. What will she call me next?The living room phone rang.“Lita, I’ve got it!” I yelled, already getting up from the sofa.“Hello?”“Ace,