From Prison To Luna Throne
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I lifted my eyes, staring at those two faces—so familiar, yet so unbearably distant.
“Julie, we’re here to take you home.”
William’s voice was as cold as glacial stone.
Before I could speak, my son Rocco frowned at me, his young wolf aura bristling.
“Mom, if you hurt Aunt Ann again, Dad and I will never forgive you.”
I laughed.
The man who once shoved me into hell with his own hands… now talking about forgiveness from a throne he built on my ruin?
“We’re getting a divorce.” My voice was steady, almost calm.
William froze, as if I had just told him the moon had fallen from the sky.
“A Luna who’s been to prison thinks she can walk away from me? Julie, where would you even go?”
I didn’t answer. I just got into the cab.
The moment the door shut, the screen on the dashboard lit up—
playing the footage of me at Moon Fang Keep three years ago, tortured until I barely looked human.
Then Ann’s gentle face appeared on a talk show.
“Julie is ill,” she said softly. “She’s already pai
“Julie, we’re here to take you home.”
William’s voice was as cold as glacial stone.
Before I could speak, my son Rocco frowned at me, his young wolf aura bristling.
“Mom, if you hurt Aunt Ann again, Dad and I will never forgive you.”
I laughed.
The man who once shoved me into hell with his own hands… now talking about forgiveness from a throne he built on my ruin?
“We’re getting a divorce.” My voice was steady, almost calm.
William froze, as if I had just told him the moon had fallen from the sky.
“A Luna who’s been to prison thinks she can walk away from me? Julie, where would you even go?”
I didn’t answer. I just got into the cab.
The moment the door shut, the screen on the dashboard lit up—
playing the footage of me at Moon Fang Keep three years ago, tortured until I barely looked human.
Then Ann’s gentle face appeared on a talk show.
“Julie is ill,” she said softly. “She’s already pai
















































