When the Moon Meets Her Sun

When I was seventeen, I met Simon Luke. He was the kind of boy who carried a halo wherever he walked through the crowd. His white shirt collar was always impeccably neat, and when he smiled, faint dimples appeared at the corners of his eyes. Later, I learned he was the sole heir to the Luke Group. Our love began with a chance encounter after the rain. I was sheltering from the rain beneath the Teaching Building when he walked over with a black umbrella and tilted almost all of it toward my side. "Go with me?" His voice was clear and crisp, like the wind after a rain. I nodded, my heart racing uncontrollably. After that, it was only natural that we started walking the same path. He would go out of his way across half the city to pick me up from school, washing the strawberries I loved and neatly placing them in a container. He would quietly stay by my side, reading documents while I stayed up late working on assignments. I thought days like these would last forever. Until Yvonne Morgan showed up. Yvonne Morgan was Simon Luke's childhood friend; their families had a long-standing connection. The day she transferred back, she walked straight up to us and affectionately patted Simon Luke on the shoulder. "Simon, long time no see." Her tone was natural, but her eyes swept over me with a scrutinizing gaze. Simon Luke introduced us with a calm, even tone. I could sense the hostility in Yvonne Morgan's eyes whenever she looked at me. She began appearing around us more and more frequently. At Simon Luke's birthday party, she showed up in a haute couture gown, arm linked with his. Anyone unaware would have assumed she was Simon Luke's girlfriend. I asked Simon what their relationship was. He just said they grew up together since childhood and that she was like a little sister. I want to trust him, but the unease in my heart only grows stronger. There was always a girl named Sarah Lincoln following Yvonne Morgan around. Sarah was her sidekick, hanging on her every word. It was only later that I discovered Sarah worked at a company under Simon Luke. That dinner party was the final straw that broke us apart. At the Luke Group's cooperative dinner, I attended as his girlfriend. Yvonne was there too, with Sarah close by her side. After a few rounds of drinks, Sarah walked over to me holding a glass of red wine. I thought she just wanted to say hello to me. To my shock, she deliberately caught my foot, spilling the entire glass of red wine all over my dress. The red stain spread across the white dress, painfully conspicuous. All eyes around immediately fixed on me, filled with curiosity and scorn. I stood frozen, my cheeks burning with shame. Sarah Lincoln feigned an apology, insisting it wasn't intentional. Yvonne Morgan stood nearby, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. I looked at Simon Luke, hoping he would step forward and speak up for me. But he only frowned and said to Sarah Lincoln, "Be more careful next time," then turned to me, "Go to the lounge and change your clothes first." No anger, no defense—just indifference. At that moment, my heart grew cold halfway. I turned and walked into the lounge, didn't change my clothes, just leaned against the wall and silently cried. It turned out that in his heart, I was never the one worth defending at all costs.