A Lifetime Devoted to Luna

So, who exactly was this ring meant for?

Could it be that Owen truly had a "first love" named Luna Dawson, someone he had been holding onto all this time, even at the expense of his wife and child?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Owen returned home, though I hadn’t noticed when. The moment he saw the ring in my hand, his expression shifted dramatically.

Without a second thought, he shoved me aside, ignoring the fact that I was still recovering, and snatched the ring back.

"Get away from that ring! Who said you could touch it?"

I stumbled back, clutching my stomach as I hit the table, the fresh stitches from my surgery starting to throb with pain.

But Owen didn’t care.

All his focus was on carefully wiping down the ring, completely indifferent to my cries of pain.

It wasn’t until blood started seeping through my bandages that he finally seemed to notice me.

“Suzy, you’re bleeding!”

His voice trembled as he rushed to help me up.

"My stomach hurts... please, take me to the hospital."

Every word I forced out seemed to intensify the pain.

"Alright, I’ll take you right now."

Owen had just started to lead me out when his phone rang.

"Hey, Owen, weren’t you coming over with the gift? What’s taking so long? Luna’s about to arrive."

He glanced at me before lowering his voice. “I’ve got a little situation at home. I’ll be there as soon as I sort it out.”

Hearing this, a sharp ache pierced through my heart, bitterness rising within me.

A "situation"?

Was that all I had become in Owen’s mind—just a troublesome inconvenience?

At that moment, a sweet voice came through the phone on the other end.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting! It’s been so long since we last saw each other. How’s everyone doing? Wait, where’s Owen?"

…

As soon as that voice came through the phone, I saw Owen’s entire body tense up, like he had suddenly become a different person. His eyes lit up with an intensity I had never seen before—something he had never shown when he was with me.

"Suzy, there’s an emergency at the office. I need to leave right now. You’ll have to go to the hospital on your own."

He pried my desperate fingers off his arm, grabbed the ring, and rushed out, leaving nothing but a blur of motion behind him.

That day, no one knew how a wounded new mother managed to carry a seven-pound baby to the hospital and back all by herself.

By the time I returned, it was already late at night.

The house was completely dark.

Owen hadn’t come home.

But his social media had been updated.

I clicked into the post.

"The most precious gift: to love only one person for a lifetime."

Attached was a photo—a hand wearing the diamond ring. The same ring Owen had taken this morning. It fit perfectly on that woman’s finger.

The comments flooded in below.

"Isn’t this Luna? How are you posting on Owen’s phone?"

"Haha, you haven’t heard of the news? Owen drank too much tonight and wouldn’t let go of Luna’s hand, saying wherever she goes, he’ll follow. They’ll never be apart again."

"The golden couple of our class, still in love after all this time. It’s almost too perfect!"

As I scrolled through the comments, a hollow feeling settled in my chest.

If they were the golden couple, then what did that make me? What did that make our daughter?

I dialed Owen’s number, and when he picked up, all I heard were the sounds of two people together, intimate and shameless.

"Luna, don’t leave me. All these years, I’ve missed you so much. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to marry."

…

Click.

I hung up the phone.

At that moment, I knew—it was over between Owen and me.

It wasn’t until the next afternoon that he finally came home, looking worn out and exhausted.

“Sorry, babe, something came up at work yesterday. I got home late.”

“Is that so?”

I sat on the couch, my gaze cold and distant, no longer rushing to greet him like I used to.

Instead, I unlocked my phone.

“Owen, you never used to lie to me.”

On my screen was a message from Luna.

Somehow, she had found my contact and sent me a video—several minutes long.