Fifteen years had passed since Luna's heart had shattered. Fifteen years since Alex.
And now—she shone again.
Her dark circles had vanished, her posture strong, her beauty radiant—more than before. People often whispered, "She's even more beautiful now," and sometimes she caught her reflection and almost believed it. Almost.
But Luna never smiled. Never laughed. She lived for responsibility—quiet, efficient, perfect. Nick tried endlessly to make her laugh—jokes, surprises, even ridiculous imitations of TV anchors—but always failed. She would shake her head, cold as ice, and return to her files.
Her mother's leg pain had improved, little by little, but her bitterness hadn't. Nick still juggled his jobs, doing everything possible to make Luna feel special—yet nothing melted her.
Meanwhile, Alex had never stopped loving her. His heart was still broken, but Elsa and Jake remained his silent supporters. He ran fifty companies already, but decided to start one more—his most personal one.
The 51st company.
He named it Moon Judicial Firm—a powerful organization of lawyers, judges, and legal experts. Why "Moon"? Because Luna meant Moon. Every time he signed its name, it was like whispering hers.
Headquarters: New York.
,moon judicious was becoming very very very vast company and very famous. That's why it's famous to Spain when Luna's mother was watching news. She heard about Moon judicial …
Luna's mother forced her to apply for an interview at Moon Judicial. Luna had quit law twelve years earlier, but under relentless pressure, she finally agreed. Nick offered to go with her, but Luna refused. "I'll go alone. Always alone."
The date? October 24th.
Her birthday.
For fifteen years, she had never celebrated it. Never smiled on it. Never let anyone waste money on "cakes and shits," as she called them. Nick tried every year to make it special. Every year, she shut them down.
At the same time, Alex arrived in New York—not for her, but to inspect the company. Yet he remembered. He never forgot. October 24th: Luna's birthday.
He didn't celebrate with parties. He celebrated in his way—donating one crore dollars to children's hospitals, funding surgeries, giving blood, saving lives. That was his gift to her: joy she would never see, kindness she would never know.
And then—he turned up at Moon Judicial. That day, Alex was there to check their interview. And he changed everything he didn't knew that Luna was there too. He didn't check the file of any participant, any of them He just asked interviewer to let Alex be the interviewer for this interview to check the members..
Luna waited nervously for her interview, unaware of who the CEO was. She didn't care; to her, it was just another job.
The air in the waiting room hummed with muted tension. Luna was the fifth candidate. Three had already walked out, rejected. Only two had advanced. Now she stood there, shoulders squared, heart pounding.
In the glass-paneled office sat Alex—quiet, composed, occasionally spinning in his chair like a man lost in thought. When Luna entered and softly said, "Good evening, sir," it reverberated in the room. The familiar cadence jolted him, and he froze mid-turn.
They locked eyes.
The world held its breath.
Her expression remained calm, almost steely, but her eyes glistened. A single tear escaped down her cheek—slow, deliberate, heavy with years of unshed pain. Alex's breath caught. Memories tumbled between them, unspoken.
Then came a soft knock. A junior assistant stepped in, voice quiet, slightly flustered. "Ma'am, you dropped this." He held out a keychain—not just any keychain, but that keychain: Luna's car keys hanging from the tiny moon-shaped charm Alex had gifted her on Christmas night.
Alex's heart clenched. The past was a living pulse in that room.
Luna's hand trembled. She snatched the keychain, but not gently—her fingernails scraped the metal, denting it. The assistant slipped away, eyes lowered. Silence settled again—thick, expectant.
Luna exhaled, straightening her spine. She turned toward the door, ready to escape the moment she never wanted to confront.
But Alex's voice—soft, strained—stopped her. "Wait, Miss watson You came all this way… you — you have to at least give the interview."
She didn't want it. Her voice was barely above a whisper: "I'm sorry, but… I didn't want to." The doorknob rattled.
Alex leaned forward, tension in his jaw. "Policy says… you came for the interview—you'll take it." His words echoed room-wide.
She looked at him—really looked—for the first time in fifteen years. Cold walls cracked. Resigned, she nodded. "Fine… I'll do it."
"Please, sit."
She obeyed.
A file slid across the table: her résumé. Her degree from a top university, her impressive—but long-lost—career in Singapore. Alex scanned the pages.
He cleared his throat. "Your experience is solid. You did well in Singapore, but disappeared for twelve years. Still, your credentials are among the best I've seen. It's an honor… to possibly have you on our team."
He smiled—warm, fragile, hopeful. "You've passed. Just five questions about law. Here's the first:
Scenario: Bang assaulted Leena. You witnessed it. Leena begs for help. Bang is wealthy and approaches you for his defense. What do you do?
Luna's gaze met his steady blue eyes. No hesitation. "I help Leena. Truth isn't a matter of wealth." His lips twitched—a silent applause.
One point earned.
He clicked to question two…
[Insert three challenging, thoughtful legal questions here—testing her ethics, composure, critical thinking.]
Each answer came from Luna's quiet strength—her voice calm, her logic steel.
Finally, Alex closed the folder. He leaned back, chair creaking—a sigh of release. "Ms. Watson… it's official. You're hired."
Luna's throat constricted with an emotion she didn't yet name. She swallowed. "Thank you, Mr… Alex."
His smile was real this time.
"Your salary, relocation terms…" he added, but her eyes drifted—somewhere, back across oceans, between what was lost and what could still be.
perfume—soft floral, faint cocoa—filled the air. Her pulse echoed in her ears.
Alex's voice broke through her reverie. "Start next Monday. New York office. Ready?"
Luna inhaled. The city of lights whispered through the glass walls. She nodded, fragile and powerful.
In that moment, everything changed.