My A-list actor husband and I were a picture-perfect couple, but it was all an act. In public, he adored me, even throwing punches for me when other guys got too close. Behind closed doors, he hated my guts, keeping a beautiful young mistress on the side. He wore matching wedding rings with her. He called her his “good wife.” His friends even called her, “sister-in-law.” I didn’t cry or make a fuss. I just quietly deleted the old texts where he’d promised to love me forever. We were each other’s first love, entangled for years. Until I fell ill and slowly started forgetting everything about him. That’s when he panicked. He tried to create romantic surprises for me, desperate to make me better. But he could only watch as I fell in love with someone else. It was the seventh year of my love-hate relationship with Brandon Hayes when he met the woman he truly liked. Her name was Willow Green, a budding actress fresh out of school. She was pure and sweet, and her smile reminded me so much of my younger self. Our friends said Willow was just a stand-in for me. They thought Brandon was probably just looking for something new, playing around. After all, Brandon and I had been on-again, off-again for years. Everyone had seen how a proud man like him would laugh and cry for me, how he’d bend over backwards for me. Everyone knew he loved me, loved me to the point of obsession. I suddenly remembered that night we’d broken up and gotten back together. Brandon ripped my dress, taking from me tirelessly. I was a puddle of exhaustion. In my daze, I heard him whisper in my ear, coaxing me, “Baby, we’re meant to tangle, to torment each other forever.” I used to think Brandon would never love another woman the way he loved me. But then, in our third year of marriage, our relationship shattered. And that’s when Willow appeared.
At first, Brandon despised Willow. They were on a set, playing lovers. Willow was a huge fan of Brandon’s. Every time they held hands or hugged, her face would flush, her crush obvious. Back then, Brandon and I were still good. He’d often tell me how much he disliked Willow acting like a total fan. Willow wore cartoon T-shirts, and Brandon called her childish and silly. Willow wore hot shorts, and Brandon called her so tacky. Whatever Willow did, Brandon found annoying. Yet, perhaps he didn’t even realize it himself, but every time he mentioned Willow, he was smiling. During our nightly phone calls, he slowly started to drift off. Most of the time, it was because Willow was so clueless. She’d constantly bother Brandon with all sorts of questions. Brandon would complain, but patiently answer her every time. Before we hung up, I’d ask Brandon, “Tomorrow, can we please not talk about Willow anymore?” He’d flash that mischievous grin and tease, “Are you jealous, baby?” He’d joke around with me, then block Willow’s number right then and there. Until a few days later, Willow posted something on Ins: “A passionate kiss scene, with two hearts truly moved. “Can’t sleep tonight, I’m pulling an all-nighter talking to the person I like!” That night, Brandon didn’t call me. I tried calling him, but his line was busy. I knew then, this time, Brandon was falling for Willow, playing make-believe for real.
After that night, it was like Brandon suddenly stopped loving me. We started giving each other the silent treatment. He didn’t explain, and he didn’t try to sweet-talk me into making up. For a whole month, we didn’t speak. Then, on the last day of filming, during a live interview on set. A reporter asked him, “Work’s done, what do you want to do most right now?” He pulled out his phone, showing a photo of me wearing an apron, flirting with him. He smiled gently and said, “Right now, I miss my wife the most. I want to eat her home-cooked meal.” In some ways, Brandon was my financial backer. If he didn’t love me anymore, I could just hide my true feelings, follow his lead, and make some good money. That night, I cooked a feast. But Brandon never came home. I didn’t wait up for him; I went to bed early. Then, in the middle of the night, he called me. He sounded drunk, mumbling and whining. “Wife, my sweet wife, I miss you so much. Come pick me up, please.” He hadn’t called me ‘wife’ in ages. My eyes stung, and I didn’t say a word. His buddies were hyping him up in the background: “Who’s the big star calling? Is that Willow?” They kept shouting into the phone, “Sister-in-law! Brandon wished tonight that he’d be with you forever, always…” So, Brandon had called Willow. He called her his “good wife,” and his friends called her “sister-in-law.” He had already brought Willow into his life. A sharp headache flared, and I quickly hung up, burying myself deep in my covers, pulling them tight around me. It’s fine. I could pretend not to care. My acting was always top-notch.
Word quickly spread that Brandon and I were having problems. Everyone in the industry said he’d fallen for Willow. He took her to candlelit dinners, bought her houses and cars. Sometimes he’d even rent out an entire amusement park just to ride silly carousels with her. He liked her so much, he practically wanted to give her the world. Even that ruby necklace I’d wanted so badly, the one I could never find, Brandon recently bought it. I thought he’d give it to Willow. But one morning, I woke up to find the necklace resting quietly on my bedside table. Next to it was a note that read: “Happy Anniversary.” It was Brandon’s handwriting. I silently crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash. I couldn’t understand Brandon’s intentions anymore, and I didn’t want to.
A few days later, at a private dinner party, I met Willow for the first time. She smiled as soon as she saw me. She stared at my necklace and said in a sweet, soft voice, “Mr. Hayes bought me a ton of jewelry a few days ago, but this necklace felt a bit too old for me, so I asked him to give it to you. “I just knew you, Skylar, being more mature, would look perfect in it. “Mr. Hayes always said he spoiled me like a child, and I used to argue, I mean, I’m twenty-two! “But compared to you, Skylar, I suddenly feel like I’m really too young.” I froze, suddenly feeling utterly ridiculous. My cherished anniversary gift, the one I loved so much, was just Willow’s hand-me-down. Willow saw my displeasure and smiled even sweeter. She tossed her hair and continued to gloat, “Skylar, don’t be shy about me giving you the necklace; just wear it. “Mr. Hayes buys me so many things; I can’t even wear them all. If there’s anything else you like, just tell me. Feel free to take whatever you want.” I smiled back at her, asking softly, “You’ll give it to me, just if I like it?” Willow nodded smugly. I reached out and touched the dazzling diamond earring on her ear, then suddenly pulled hard, tearing it right off. Willow screamed in pain, clutching her ear and bending over. Blood seeped through her fingers. I looked down at her, still smiling, and asked softly, “Thank you for the gift. Can I have the other earring too?”
Willow’s pupils trembled slightly, as if she was scared of me. Her blood splattered on the floor, and the people around us started to murmur. Brandon arrived shortly after. He saw the blood on the ground, and his expression turned cold and savage. He pulled me into his arms, checking me over from head to toe. The concern and tension in his eyes looked so real. Willow released her hand, letting the blood stream down her ear and drip onto her white gown. She reached for Brandon, saying softly, “Mr. Hayes, I’m in so much pain…” Brandon raised his arm, dodging her, and gave her a cold glance. That look made Willow freeze, biting her lip in humiliation. She didn’t understand. Brandon came from a wealthy family; keeping a mistress privately was one thing, but if it became public, it would be a huge scandal. In front of others, Brandon could only love me. His fingers caressed my furrowed brow, and he coaxed me gently, “Who upset you?” I didn’t speak, and no one else dared to. Two seconds later, Brandon suddenly grabbed a vase from a nearby table and smashed it on the floor, snarling, “Are you all deaf? Who upset my wife? Speak up!” The atmosphere was terribly oppressive. Willow clenched her fists, then burst out, “It was me! It was all my fault, okay, Brandon Hayes!?” She finally couldn’t hold back, her tears streaming down as she looked at Brandon defiantly, choking out, “It’s my fault for wanting to get close to Skylar but being hated by her! “It’s my fault for falling for the wrong person, willing to be called a mistress just to be with him no matter what! “It’s my fault for being delusional, thinking he liked me too, my fault for being an idiot!” She lifted the wine glass above her head and poured it over herself. The wine and blood mixed, staining the front of her dress. Crying, she asked Brandon, “Mr. Hayes, is this enough? Is your beloved wife satisfied?” Brandon’s hand tightened on my shoulder, squeezing harder and harder. He must have felt pain for her. He asked me, “Satisfied?” I chuckled, tears almost falling from my eyes. I asked Brandon, “Is it exhausting, pretending to love me? “Brandon, I have a great idea. I can make it so you can openly love whoever you want. “Give me money. Lots and lots of money. Then, we get a divorce.”
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