Not Your Luna

Chloe's Pov

He came again. Caleb, standing at my doorway, looking smaller somehow, almost fragile. His hands twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to reach for me but didn’t dare. His eyes, wide and pleading, searched mine as though they could convince me to change my mind.

“Chloe… please,” he said, voice low, almost trembling. “Don’t go through with this divorce. We can fix this… we can—please.