Chapter 209

The photo showed a full moon suspended in the inky black sky, glowing like polished jade.

It was identical to the one sent by the stranger that night.

So Nathaniel Blackwood was "Mr. Moon"?

Vivian Lockhart froze.

Why would the heir of the prestigious Blackwood family, CEO of a global empire, use a burner account to send his ex-wife a moon photo at midnight?

Before she could process it, Nathaniel snatched his phone back, locking it instantly. His icy gaze burned into her, voice sharp. "Stay out of things that don't concern you."

Her thoughts spiraled.

First, she caught him secretly photographing her. Now this? A fake account to message her? It wasn't just strange—it was unsettling.

"You... you're really Mr. Moon?"

She needed confirmation, unable to reconcile the man before her with the anonymous confidant.

His expression remained unreadable. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't lie! That photo in your gallery matches the one he sent me exactly!"

"Moons look the same everywhere."

His calm deflection infuriated her.

"Fine. Deny it?"

She pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and video-called "Mr. Moon."

Nathaniel's phone rang instantly.

"Explain this." She smirked, victorious.

He didn't flinch. "So what if it was me? Oliver taught me pickup techniques. You were an easy target—pouring your heart out to a stranger."

Her stomach dropped.

Memories flooded back—late-night confessions, the comfort she'd found in those messages. Humiliation burned through her.

"You're insane, Nathaniel Blackwood!"

Fury and shame propelled her away, Isabella Thornton trailing behind.

—

Nathaniel watched Vivian disappear, rooted in place.

Maybe he was insane.

Even he couldn't explain why he'd done it.

—

Back at Professor Wood's, the table was set for dinner.

"Just you two?" The professor frowned. "Where's Mr. Blackwood?"

"He's dead," Vivian snapped.

She opened WeChat to delete "Mr. Moon," but her finger hovered.

Scrolling through their chats, his seemingly indifferent replies now revealed hidden concern. The realization twisted her insides.

Professor Wood sighed. "Two strong personalities always clash. Love isn't smooth sailing."

"There is no love. We're divorced."

He chuckled knowingly. "Feelings don't vanish with paperwork. Curious why he sought me out? I'll tell you now..."