All Chapters of Divorce didn't make me your ex: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ACEFour days.Four goddamn days since we started following his orders. Interpreting those ridiculous scripts, repeating words that weren't ours, re-enacting arguments we never should have had. Four days trapped in this glass cube while Henrique amused himself like a sadistic director.He even brought an easel yesterday. He spent hours on the other side, watching us as if we were exotic creatures while he moved his brush across the canvas.Now the cube was silent. Henrique was finally gone.I was lying on the thin mattress, with Luna nestled beside me. The warmth of her body was the only thing keeping me grounded. My fingers were absently tracing the loose strands of her hair when a completely out-of-context memory crossed my mind.“Dröga... tomorrow would have been my psychiatrist appointment,” I mumbled.Luna let out a loud laugh, the lightest sound I’d heard in days.“Seriously, Ace? You’re trapped in a glass room and that’s what you’re worried about?”“I’m a responsible man,” I re

BOBThe food at this hospital was a joke.“I said I was hungry, Ícaro... not keen on getting poisoned by this slop,” I grumbled, pushing the tray aside. If it were me, I would've smuggled a sandwich for him. You're on my enemy list, Ícaro. “It tastes like wet cardboard.”Ícaro, as usual, didn't move a muscle except to raise an eyebrow.“It's better than nothing, Bob. You were shot five days ago. What did you want? A feijoada?”“No,” I retorted, crossing my arms. “I wanted a decent coffee and my freedom.” He let out a tired sigh. “Has the surviving bastard...” I started, looking at him. “...woken up yet?”Ícaro gave a short nod.“Yes. And I already got him to talk,” he replied coldly. We were both dissatisfied about losing. “The ïdiot told us everything. I'm gathering the team. We're getting both of them tonight.”“Then let’s go,” I said, trying to push myself up from the bed.Ícaro's hand shot out to grab my shoulder.“You’re not going, Bob,” he stated. I’m starting to suspect this gu

LUNA— Will you marry me? — I asked before my courage completely abandoned me.For a moment, all I heard was the constant beep of the heart monitor. Ace slowly opened his eyes, his eyebrows raised as if he wasn't sure what he'd heard.— Are you asking me to marry you? — His voice was hoarse.I moved away a bit, putting my hands on his chest to lift myself up and look him in the eye.— Can't I? — I countered, raising an eyebrow. — Why? Because I'm a woman? Wow, Ace… that’s so chauvinistic.I made a move to get up and Ace’s hand pulled me back.— Hey! — he wrapped his arms around me with surprising strength for someone who was recovering. — Don't you dare leave here.— Let go, Ace. — I protested, although a laugh escaped with the words. — I withdraw my proposal.— Oh, really? — he tightened his grip, pressing our foreheads together. — Well, I'm not withdrawing my answer.— You haven't even answered… — I whispered, feeling my heart race with the way he was looking at me.— I was just sur

LUNAThe dress fitting was supposed to be an unforgettable moment. One of those moments every woman dreams about since childhood. But if I said my heart was completely present there, I would be lying.I was surrounded by the right people: my mother, Iris, and my two best friends and now bridesmaids, Daniela and Priscila. They were all talking at once, laughing and giving opinions about adjustments to the dress. The giant mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself I barely recognized: delicate lace, a veil pinned to the improvised low bun, and the materialization of the bride image that gave me butterflies.— Luna, you look stunning! — Daniela exclaimed, clasping her hands together.— I'm almost crying here. — Priscila completed, her voice choked. She was the more emotional of the two and had already warned she would be the first to break down at the altar.My mother walked up to me, adjusting the voluminous skirt with a delicate touch.— You look like a princess, honey. — she

LUNAI never imagined I would feel this way on my wedding day.It was a mix of butterflies in my stomach, sweaty hands, and a lump in my throat that seemed impossible to swallow. No matter how many times I looked at myself in the mirror, I still couldn't believe it was real. I, Luna, was just minutes away from officially becoming Mrs. Montesino, again, but this time, the right way.Daniela and Priscila were sitting on the suite sofa, each with a glass of champagne in hand, watching the makeup artist apply the final touches to my face.— If you squeeze that glass any harder, it’s going to shatter, Luna. — Daniela joked, with that mocking tone only she had. — Relax, woman… you look stunning.— I can't relax. — I confessed, my voice coming out thinner than I planned. — What if something goes wrong?— Nothing will go wrong. — Priscila assured, rolling her eyes with a smile. — You are marrying the man of your life, in the dress of your dreams, in the perfect place, surrounded by people who