Todos los capítulos de The Scarred Luna’s Revenge : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Rain was falling standardly against the floor-to-ceiling glass of our penthouse. It was the same kind of heavy, relentless rain that fell three years ago the night I dragged Julian out from the burning wreckage of his sports car.He had been drunk. He had been crying for Clara, the woman who had left him for a scholarship in Paris without looking back. And I, a naive twenty-three-year-old brilliant architect with a bright future, had thrown myself into the shattered metal to pull him out right before the fuel tank erupted into flames.I saved his life. But in return, the crushed chassis shattered my left leg and carved deep, jagged scars across my thigh and hip. I was left with a permanent limp, severe nerve damage, and crippling post-traumatic anxiety that made the sound of thunder feel like a suffocating hand around my throat.Julian had been overcome with guilt. He married me six months after the accident. For nearly three years, he transformed our home into a padded sanctuary. He

Over the next week, the distance between Julian and me grew into an ocean.True to his word or rather, true to Clara’s instructions Julian completely withdrew all physical support. When I struggled to reach heavy platters on the top shelf of the kitchen, he stood by and watched, reminding me that "stretching was good for my recovery." When I woke up gasping for air from a nightmare about the car crash, he didn't wrap me in his arms like he used to. Instead, he sat at the foot of the bed and recited a rigid breathing exercise Clara had printed out for him."Inhale for four seconds, hold for four, exhale for four," Julian said in a flat, clinical voice.I sat against the headboard, sweating and trembling, staring at the man who used to hold me close and whisper that I was safe."I don't need a formula, Julian," I choked out, wiping tears from my face. "I just needed my husband."Julian sighed, rubbing his temples. "Nora, Clara explained that giving you emotional comfort during an anxie

The day of Clara’s clinic grand opening arrived.It was also *Day 7* of my countdown. One week left.The event was held at a luxury convention center in the heart of the financial district. Hundreds of high-profile guests, medical professionals, and corporate donors filled the grand ballroom.Julian had insisted I attend. He bought me a beige gown that Clara had personally selected—a high-collared, long-sleeved dress that covered every inch of skin from my neck to my ankles. It looked like a modest uniform rather than a party dress.When I looked in the mirror before leaving, I smiled bitterly. Julian claimed Clara wanted me to 'expose' myself to overcome my insecurities, yet when it came to a public event where his high-society friends were present, he had Clara select a dress that completely concealed my leg and scars.He was ashamed of my physical damage in front of his peers.When we arrived at the venue, Clara was glowing. She wore a stunning white satin dress with a daring side