Moon's Pov.
From where I sat, still feeling weak, I could do little but watch as the scene unfolded. She played her role masterfully, casting me as the villain in a play I hadn't agreed to play.
"Please, William. Maybe…maybe you should leave me alone. Moon…" she paused, sniffing miserably. "Moon is angry at me and I don't want you people to fight because of me."
William's frosty gaze seemed to have melted in a second at her words and he instantly wrapped a protective arm around her, drawing her flush to himself.
"No, you're going nowhere," he cooed, patting her shoulders. "I had lost you before, and I'm not losing you again. If there's someone who should take a chill pill and leave, that should be her."
My heart twisted at his words, bleeding from immense pain. Foolish! From the memory of Moon I now acquire, she must have been hopelessly in love with William.
How foolish must she have been? She knew he loved someone, knew that his heart belonged to someone, and yet, she had foolishly gone ahead and agreed with the wedding?
Right from the onset, he had warned her about the girl he loved. "Know this," he had warned. "You are nothing but her replacement." He had said coldly, while he made wild love to her on their wedding night.
She had borne that pain that night. What could have turned into a sweet first for her, turned out to be the most painful night of her life.
To him, Moon crawled into his life, and tied him down with a marriage so she should be ready to face whatever he threw at her.
She thought that as time went by, she would be able to change him, to melt that ice of a wall he had built around his heart.
But she naively believed wrong! Three years! Three years had flown by and yet, here she was!
In total shambles!
"She's thoughtful enough not to hurt you, and this is what you do?" His words snapped me out of Moon's reverie. His words hung heavily in the air, his disapproval plain.
"Thoughtful?" I laughed, but it was without humor. It was sad, miserable. But it didn't bother William. No, it never did. "She pushed me into that pool! Why can't you see she's pretending? That she's fooling you?"
The words seemed to have angered him. His knuckles crack with fury and his jaws tickled with barely restrained urge to hit me. "Say that one more time," he threatened, "and I'll send you straight to your maker."
I opened my mouth to retort, but swallowed back my words. I have all the time in the future to retort, but definitely not now. I was unfortunate in my past life and so was this Moon.
But that's all in the past now! This time, I'm going to take both our fates into my hands. I'm back to right all the wrongs we had endured.
"Babe, it's fine, I'm fine now since you're here. Don't let her rattle you." Clarissa pacified him, but William still looked furious.
"No, Clarissa. How can you suffer injustice, and still be nice to her? You should think and take care of yourself more before thinking about others."
Clarissa smiled broadly, wiping her fake tear-streaked face. "I will keep it in mind, William." She said shyly, coyly linking arms with William's.
"Learn from Clarrissa and be thankful that she is not as vicious as you." William mocked, dipping his hand into his pants pocket. "And just so you know, this isn't over!"
And with that, they turned around, and left without sparing me another glance.
I sat there, motionless as the door banged shut. What just happened?
"Learn from Clarrissa?" I smirked. "Of course, I'll learn… but more than she does. She can act? Then let's see!"
"How are you doing my dear?" I heard Nana's voice from behind as I cleaned the sitting room.
After a while of bickering back and forth with the servants, they finally agreed to let me do it.
It's been three days since the pool incident and ever since then, not once had I cast my eyes on William, my husband. But it's fine.
It gave me time to pull myself together, check out the mansion and get acquainted with the people in the mansion.
I slowly turned around and there she was, the only family member that loved Moon without qualms.
"I'm good Nana," I smiled. From Moon's memory, she had told her to call her Nana and not Madam Alexander.
She frowned, scrutinizing my face. "Did William not come back again? Did you fight?" Her voice was filled with doubt. "That rascal!"
I quickly shook my head and took Nana's hands, guiding her to the living room sofa. "No, Nana. He's my husband—how can we fight? We didn't. We are fine."
I didn't care about William or the second wheel of a woman always trailing after him, but I couldn't let Nana worry. Her health is paramount, and talking about William would only make things even harder..
I remember from Moon's memory, the day she found madam Alexander at the mall, collapsing in the middle of the crowd. Without hesitation, she rushed to her side, using her medical skills to stabilize her until help arrived.
At that time, she had no idea who she was—just another stranger in need.
It wasn't until later that she learned she belonged to one of the wealthiest families in LA when she caught a glimpse of William when he arrived, his movements calm yet distant as he carried his grandmother to the hospital.
From that moment, something about the way he held himself—so composed, so untouchable—stayed with her.
So when madam Alexander suggested she marry her grandson, She couldn't believe it. The idea of becoming his wife felt like a dream come true.
But dreams also have their flaws. William already loved someone else, and when his grandmother told him about the marriage, his anger was impossible to miss.
She left behind her ambition of becoming a renowned doctor, trading it for life as William's wife. She thought that if she put everything into their marriage, he might see her—might love her.
But all she got in return was coldness, resentment, and constant threats of divorce.
"So pathetic!" I muttered. "And so alike."
I sighed. Didn't I also love someone who murdered my father and later killed me even when I was warned not to marry him?