The Luna Is Gone

Chapter 126

Diana’s pov

I instantly grasped why the nurse had looked at me sympathetically just now.

Clearly, in her eyes, I’m a pitiful ex–wife.

And this pitiful ex–wife is now on her way to find her ex–husband.

Unfortunately, her ex–husband is currently busy with another woman.

However, the nurse clearly underestimated me.

Indeed, when I heard Avia’s voice and guessed what they had done or were about to do, there was a momentary pang in my heart.

But it was just a moment.

I have long stopped allowing myself to be gloomy for Nathan.

So, I quickly adjusted my mindset and sincerely apologized to Nathan.

“I didn’t know what you guys were… sorry, for interrupting you.”

“We weren’t…” Nathan subconsciously wanted to say something.

At this moment, Avia’s voice echoed again from the bathroom. “Nathan, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Accompanied by the sound of the door being pushed open.

I saw Avia, wrapped in only a white towel, coming out of the bathroom.

There were faint red marks on her shoulders and neck, like kiss marks.

I squinted, lips slightly pursed.

Seeing me, Avia blinked her eyes.

Then, confidently, she walked to Nathan’s side, linking her arm with his left.

“Diana, are you here to find Nathan for something? We’re busy now, I think you can see that.”

Avia’s eyes were smiling, clearly showing her satisfaction.

I shifted my gaze to Nathan, who remained silent.

I knew he tacitly agreed with Avia’s words.

Even if I lacked tact, I couldn’t stay here in front of them, especially not wanting to look at Avia any longer.

I feared that in a fit of impulsiveness, I might just strangle Avia in front of Nathan.

Of course, perhaps that was just my own fantasy.

After all, in such a moment, the one really getting strangled should be me.

Nathan would undoubtedly protect his lover.

And I couldn’t beat Nathan.

With these thoughts, I forced a sarcastic smile, “I’ll come back in an hour.”

An hour should be enough for them to finish whatever they were doing.

I turned and entered the next room, my own bedroom.

Just as I was contemplating how effective the hospital room’s soundproofing was and whether I might hear some chaotic noises, the bedroom door was knocked.

I got up to answer it.

To my surprise, standing at the door was Nathan, already dressed.

I looked puzzled.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Avia right now?” I asked, suddenly realizing something, subconsciously checking my watch, then widening my eyes bit by bit.

It hadn’t even been ten minutes since I left Nathan’s bedroom, and that includes the time it took for Nathan to put on clothes. In other words, Nathan and Avia’s affair lasted at most five minutes…

Five minutes! I was utterly shocked, blurted out, “How did you finish so quickly? You didn’t…”

Before the word “finish” could leave my mouth, Nathan’s sharp gaze stabbed towards me.

He gritted his teeth and snapped, “Shut up,” his face dark as if just pulled from the fire, a piece of charcoal.

I sullenly closed my mouth. After all, it concerned a man’s dignity, and I still had something to ask Nathan shortly, so I couldn’t afford to offend him further.

Changing the subject, I asked, “Why did you come to see me?”

“Didn’t you come to me first?” he asked, looking arrogantly justified.

I sighed, making way, “Come in, let’s talk.”

As Nathan sat on the sofa, a sudden angry roar from the next room was followed by the sound of things being thrown.

Now I was sure the hospital’s soundproofing was not that great.

“Maybe you should go back and check?” I suggested.

“Do you really want me to go back?” Nathan countered.

I scoffed inwardly. Did it matter whether I wanted it or not? It never did. But on the surface, I remained composed and polite, even bringing Nathan a cup of instant coffee.

He didn’t deserve the hand–ground one.

“It depends on you,” I said, taking a seat on the sofa in front of him.

Nathan didn’t rush back to console Avia, as I had imagined. Instead, he looked at me with a composed gaze.

“Speak,” he said calmly.

Avia’s cries gradually became background noise.

After considering my words, I inquired, “What conditions did William offer you, and why are you willing to cooperate with him?”

Nathan paused.

“Is this why you came to me?”

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I chuckled inwardly once again.

Given our current relationship, is there anything else to talk about besides William’s

affairs? Probably not, though settling scores or having a fight seems plausible. Seeing my reluctance to answer, Nathan seemed to realize the inappropriateness of his question, cleared his throat, and asked, “What do you know about this?”

“I want you to give up cooperation with him,” I straightforwardly said, “The benefits you can get from him, I can provide, even double.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Nathan laughed. A mocking, undisguised laugh. He sized me up, asking disdainfully, “Why do you think you can afford it?”

“If it’s just about money, I can—”

“It’s not about money,” he interrupted, his gaze becoming deep and sharp.

My heart skipped a beat, faintly sensing something ominous. However, I feigned composure and asked, “What is it then?”

Leaning back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, Nathan exuded an air of detached indifference. A full minute passed before he finally spoke, his voice cold as unmelting, heavy, and biting snow in winter.

“The day William came to discuss cooperation with me was the same day I accompanied you when you just left the shipping container.”

I clenched my fist abruptly, suddenly recalling that it was from that day forward that Nathan started distancing himself, treating me with coldness reminiscent of when we first learned of Avia’s assault.

And why did he turn out like this? Right, it’s because of that inexplicable video. In the video, the “me” bribed street thugs and became the hired assailant who assaulted Avia.

A guess suddenly popped into my mind. “Was that surveillance video given to you by

William?” I asked. Mentioning the video, Nathan’s eyes, already indifferent, now carried a touch of hostility.

“No. Omar sent me the video. Shortly after that, William found me. So…” Nathan paused, his gaze becoming even more obscure and menacing, “Can you guess why I agreed to cooperate with William?”

It felt like a bucket of ice–cold water poured over me. I was stunned, reluctant to admit the guess. “Are you… seeking revenge on me?” My voice was light and trembling at the end.

“Yes.” Nathan admitted, “I’m out for revenge against you, to see you in pain, suffering! To watch you pay the price for the lies you’ve spread about yourself!‘

“Yes.” Nathan admitted, “I’m out for revenge against you, to see you in pain, suffering! To watch you pay the price for the lies you’ve spread about yourself!” He let out a malevolent laugh and then asked me, “Do you think you can pay me back with double the pain as the cost of our cooperation?”

For a moment, I felt like I’d gone deaf, surrounded only by the elongating, grating ringing in my ears. The pain of being falsely accused and the misunderstanding and hatred from the person I loved were like seawater, like a mountain, flooding and pressing down on me.

I could only keep digging my nails into my palm to maintain composure and calmness.

After a long time. But perhaps it was only a few seconds. I asked, “So how do you want me to suffer?”

I didn’t have direct evidence to prove I wasn’t Avia’s assailant, and now there wasn’t enough time for me to gather that evidence. I had to quickly make Nathan give up cooperation with William and agree to sell the medical equipment to me. For this, I was willing to endure his so–called “pain.”

Nathan leisurely adjusted the Bvlgari watch on his wrist. The next moment, I heard him say in a cold and cruel tone, “How about you experience the taste of being gang–raped?”