The True Luna's Forbidden Temptation - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

I set down my bag, maintaining the composure I've built during the taxi ride home. "Why would you think that it’s a joke? It’s exactly what it looks like, Tyler. I’m filing for divorce.”
"You're bluffing." He steps closer, close enough that I can smell the whiskey on his breath.
‘For crying out loud, it's barely noon!’
I raise my chin in clear defiance, showing him that he doesn’t scare me anymore. "This is just another one of your dramatic episodes, like hiding in hospitals when you should be working."
"I wasn't hiding. I was losing our baby while you played hero to Lorraine.”
The words hit him like a slap, his face cycling through confusion, disbelief, and something that might be guilt if he were capable of such emotion. "What baby? You were never pregnant."
I sigh. I’m guessing that Vivian never even mentioned this matter to him.
"I was eight weeks along, Tyler. Eight weeks of carrying your child while you grew more distant, more cruel, more attentive with another woman." My voice remains steady, factual. "Remember that night when Lorraine accused me of causing her spotting? You fucking pushed me without regard to my physical condition, or my emotions! And you know what happened? I lost the baby!”
I am shaking in anger. Tears roll down my cheeks and I don’t even notice.
From the staircase, I catch movement—Vivian and Tanya hovering like vultures, pretending not to eavesdrop while hanging on every word.
I will let them witness this. I will let them see that I’m no longer the same weak girl they have been bullying all these years.
Tyler shakes his head violently. "That's impossible. You can't get pregnant. We've been trying for—"
"Two years," I finish for him. "Two years of you blaming me, of your mother calling me barren, of everyone acting like I was defective." I take a step toward him, watching him instinctively retreat. "But I got pregant, Tyler! I tried to tell you plenty of times! I even got hospitalized because of it was a complicated pregnancy. I filed for leave from work because I wanted to rest and give that baby a chance to survive? But where were you? And what did you do?”
"Is there no end to your lies?" he says, recovering his composure, "And now, you think filing for divorce is going to solve our problems? Do you want me to feel guilty and make it up to you? Or are you threatening me to get my attention?”
"I'm not threatening you. I'm leaving you." I gesture toward the papers. "And I'm also resigning from TL Glam, effective immediately."
Now he laughs, the sound harsh and ugly in the pristine foyer. "You're resigning? From the company you helped build? Do you realize how stupid that is?"
"I realize how stupid I was to help you build it in the first place."
His face contorts with rage. "You ungrateful witch! I gave you everything. I took you from that pathetic little apartment, that dead-end job, and made you something. Without me, where will you be now?”
"Without me, Tyler, there is no TL Glam," I counter, my voice rising to match his. "Every successful design, every innovative piece, every collection that made your precious company what it is—that was me, Tyler. My creativity, my vision, my sleepless nights perfecting details you couldn't even comprehend."
"Those designs belong to TL Glam," he snarls. "They belong to me. You signed contracts, Analise. Everything you created as my employee belongs to the company."
"I'm keeping Moonstruck, at least," I say, the words sharp as broken glass. "That design predates our company. It was my university thesis, my masterpiece. Besides, that design never saw the light of day. It has no value to TL Glam at all."
Tyler's smile turns predatory. "SB Capitals owns that design now. Remember that little funding agreement we signed? The one where we needed collateral for their investment?" He watches my face change with obvious satisfaction. "You agreed to give me that design. Acquisition of Moonstruck was outlined in their investment contract. And I heard they already applied for the copyright of that design.”
The betrayal hits me like a physical blow. Moonstruck was my first masterpiece. Even to date, it’s still my best work. I only agreed to let Tyler use it, because he promised it would be put into production. But it got shelved. They took the copyright to that design, and then hid it in a vault where no one would be able to see it.
My hand moves before I can stop it, connecting with his cheek in a sharp crack that echoes through the foyer. He staggers back, one hand flying to his face in shock.
"How dare you," I breathe, my whole body shaking with fury. "Moonstruck wasn't just a design, it was personal! There’s meaning behind that design that you will never comprehend!”
"It was business," he spits, his cheek already reddening where I struck him. "And if you can't separate personal from business, you don't belong in this industry."
"So, it’s true. You really were just using me," I say, my voice dropping to something dangerous. "You took everything I had to offer—my talent, my loyalty, my love—and you built your empire on my back. And now that you don't need me anymore, you're discarding me like garbage."
"So, this is my fault?” He straightens his shirt, his mask of civility slipping completely. "You chose to leave, remember? You're the one filing for divorce, walking away from everything we built together."
"Everything I built for you," I correct. "And you will regret this, Tyler. You will regret using me, taking from me, discarding me like I meant nothing." My voice grows soft, deadly. "You took something precious from me—something I can never get back. And for that, you will pay. In blood and tears, you will pay for what you've done."
He laughs again, but there's uncertainty in his eyes now. "What are you going to do, Analise? Sue me? Good luck proving any of this in court. Challenge SB Capitals? They'll crush you like an insect."
"Just fucking sign the divorce papers, Tyler! Let me worry about how I’ll make you pay!”
"Fine." He snatches up a pen, scrawling his signature with violent strokes. "But I want you to know I'm being generous here. I could give you ten million in the settlement. More money than you've ever seen in your life!”
"Keep your money," I say, signing my own name with steady precision. "I don't want anything from you."
"Nothing?" He stares at me in disbelief. "You're walking away with nothing? How long do you think you'll survive without me, without my connections, my money, my—"
His phone rings, cutting through his tirade. The screen lights up with an incoming call, and I watch his entire demeanor change. His face softens, his eyes brighten, and he answers with an eagerness that makes my stomach turn.
"Rain—" His voice catches, excitement dissolving into panic. "What? Slow down, what happened?"
He turns away from me, his free hand running through his hair in distress. "Okay, okay, I'm coming. I'll be right there."
He ends the call and spins toward Vivian on the stairs. "I have to go to Lorraine. Her father got into a car accident. He's in a coma."
My blood turns to ice. "What?"
But Tyler is already grabbing his keys, his concern for Lorraine overwhelming everything else—our divorce, our confrontation, our marriage ending in this very moment. He's out the door before I can process what I've just heard.
‘My father is in a coma?’