I Jumped Off the Bridge — and Woke Up as His Luna

The watch box felt heavier than it should have as I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, my heart hammering with anticipation. Five years. Five years of marriage deserved something special, something that would make Derek's eyes light up the way they used to when we first met.

I'd spent weeks planning this surprise, sneaking out during lunch breaks to visit the jeweler, carefully selecting the inscription: "To my forever - D&H, June 15th." Our wedding date, etched in silver on the back of the vintage Omega he'd admired in that shop window months ago.

The bedroom door was ajar, and I could hear voices inside—Derek's low murmur and someone else. Someone familiar.

"Sign the papers, Harper. Sienna's carrying my real family now."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stood frozen in the doorway, the gift box slipping from suddenly nerveless fingers and hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp crack.

Derek was sitting up in our bed—our bed—completely naked, not even bothering to cover himself. Beside him, equally undressed, was Sienna. My best friend since college. My maid of honor. The woman who'd helped me pick out the lingerie I'd planned to wear tonight.

She was wearing my silk robe, the one Derek had given me last Christmas. The pale blue fabric looked obscene against her flushed skin.

"Harper." Derek's voice was flat, businesslike, as if he were addressing a subordinate at his law firm. "Perfect timing. I was just explaining to Sienna how this is going to work."

My eyes found the papers scattered across the nightstand—divorce documents, already filled out, waiting only for my signature. Next to them sat a pregnancy test, the digital display showing a clear positive result. Three months, according to the small print.

Three months.

My legs felt like water. "Derek, what—"

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be." He gestured dismissively at the papers. "Everything's already divided fairly. The apartment stays with me, obviously—my name's on the mortgage. The BMW too. And your father's life insurance money will go toward setting up the nursery."

The insurance money. Dad's final gift to me after the cancer took him two years ago. The money I'd been saving for the house we'd talked about buying, the family we'd planned to start.

"You can't—that money is mine."

Derek's laugh was cold. "We're married, sweetheart. Community property. Besides, your dad's money should go toward building this family's future, don't you think?"

Sienna rose from the bed with fluid grace, completely comfortable in her nakedness, in my space. She padded over to my vanity—my vanity—and began applying my expensive face cream, the one I splurged on every few months.

"Don't blame me, Harper," she said, meeting my eyes in the mirror's reflection. "You couldn't keep him interested. A man like Derek needs... stimulation."

I watched, numb, as she opened my jewelry box and selected my grandmother's pearl earrings, the ones I'd worn on my wedding day. She put them on with casual ownership.