She unleashed a barrage of cold mockery at Delia, then turned to my mom with a flood of tears. My mom, caught in the middle, looked at Delia helplessly. Only then did Delia message me.
When I arrived at the hospital, Luna was sitting by my mom's bedside, cutting fruit for her.
Seeing my mom's smiling face, I knew Luna had already sweet-talked her way back into her good graces.
Upon seeing me, my mom waved me over:
"Asher, come here. You and Luna are still husband and wife. Luna has already promised me she won't hang out with that Donavan guy anymore. Why don't you forgive her? It's better if you two can work things out and live well together."
Hearing my mom's words, anger instantly surged through my veins.
I stormed over and yanked Luna up from her chair. She looked at me, her face full of feigned hurt: