Blurb：
When the plane's engines failed, Alex thought it was the end. But the real shock came when his wife Luna wrote another man's name as her final words - Rich, Alex's adoptive brother and sworn enemy. Surviving the flight was just the beginning of Alex's nightmare. Returning home to what should have been a celebration, Alex confronts Luna with divorce papers, unable to bear her emotional betrayal any longer. As Rich arrives at their party with a mocking smile, old wounds reopen and family secrets threaten to explode. This emotional thriller explores marriage, betrayal, and the dark past between two brothers connected by blood and tragedy. Will Alex uncover the truth about his mother's death? Can a marriage survive when one heart belongs to another?Content：
The moment the plane's engines sputtered and failed, the flight attendants handed out paper and pens for us to write our last words.Right in front of me, my wife, Luna, wrote down another man’s name.
“Rich,” her pen whispered across the page, “it took me half a lifetime to realize… you were always my one true moon.”
“If this plane goes down, and they’re lucky enough to find the wreckage, let my ashes be returned to Rich’s side.”
Rich. My adoptive brother. The one who shattered my mother's ashes.
As fate would have it, the crisis was a false alarm. The plane landed with no casualties.
Back home, Luna invited me to a dinner party to celebrate our survival.
I handed her a set of divorce papers instead.
“Sign them,” I said. “It’s time you went to find your real moon.”
…
Luna just stared at me, her expression blank for a second.
“Alex, I’m busy right now. I don’t have time for your jokes.”
“Tonight’s party is important. It’s not just for us—it’s a chance to see friends and family we haven’t connected with in ages.”
Friends and family, or just Rich?
She’d spent two hours in front of the mirror this morning, cycling through outfits. I hadn’t missed the engagement ring she’d prepared, tucked away in its box. The one engraved with the initials “R.V.” for Rich Vance.
This party wasn’t a celebration of life. It was just an excuse to see him again.
“Could you move? That table isn’t set yet,” Luna said, her voice soft but strained.
I didn’t budge. My hand, holding the documents, was unyielding.
“Just sign it.”
Her brow furrowed. “Alex, do you really have to be like this?”
“Yes.”
She sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Look, I know you’re still angry about what I wrote on the plane.”
“But we thought we were going to die, Alex.”
“I was just writing whatever came to mind. I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously…”
I shrugged her hand off. “Let’s get a divorce.”
Before we were together, Luna had pursued me relentlessly. She used to say my quiet, reserved nature was what drew her in, that she’d never met a man like me—cool and distant, like the moon in the sky.
But after I accepted her proposal, I suddenly became boring. Stale.
Five years of marriage, and my quiet nature had turned into a flaw.
Countless times, I’d overheard her telling others:
“I just feel like my life wasn’t supposed to be… this.”
“Alex is so rigid and dull. It’s like we’re from different worlds.”
“Rich is different. He’s vibrant, passionate, and so kind.”
“He’s like… a ray of moonlight that brightens everything.”
In those moments, my nails would dig into my palms, a dull, crushing ache spreading through my chest.
She knew. She knew exactly who Rich was to me.
If he hadn't hidden that venomous snake in my mother's trunk, she never would have crashed on the freeway. If he hadn't intentionally caused a scene at her funeral, her urn wouldn’t have been shattered, her ashes scattered and lost.
Rich and I were sworn enemies, bound by a debt of blood.
And Luna had chosen his side.
Guests were beginning to arrive. Not wanting to prolong the scene, she snatched the pen from my hand in a fit of pique.
“Fine! You want a divorce? I’ll sign it!”
Without even a glance at the contents, she flipped to the last page and scrawled her name. Then she threw the papers in my face.
“There. Are you happy now?”
Expressionless, I picked them up from the floor, checked the signature, and tucked the folder safely into my bag.
This party might have been to celebrate our survival, but as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me.
I grabbed my coat to leave, but a low voice stopped me from behind.
“Big brother, leaving so soon? You only just got here. Did I do something to offend you?”
“Look, I even brought you a gift.”
Rich stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, dressed in a sharp red suit and holding a gift-wrapped box. The sight of his perfectly innocent face made my entire body go rigid. My hands clenched into fists.
An image flashed in my mind: my mother’s funeral. Rich, pretending to trip, sending her urn crashing to the floor. Then, “accidentally” knocking over a vase, soaking her ashes, rendering them unsalvageable. And through it all, his face, streaked with crocodile tears, insisting it was all an accident.
The memory made me sick. I turned to walk away.
A hand grabbed my arm, hard.
“Alex, don’t be childish,” Luna hissed. “We’re the hosts tonight. At least have the decency to stay.”
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