THE LUNA WHO WAS NEVER ENOUGH

He said I belonged to him. Like I was some prize he could break and throw away.

He ignored my pleas when the taxi rolled, and stood by when my baby died.

He humiliated me at every banquet, let his mistress destroy my reputation, then laughed when I fought back. He called me a liar when I had nothing left, and his so‑called friends cheered as he slapped me to the floor.

Even my own parents turned their backs. And when I disappeared, the only word anyone spoke was "finally".

But I didn’t die.

I changed.