The whole world knew that Mason Whitmore treasured his wife above all else. In order to fulfill my dream of becoming an actress, he was willing to spend several hundred million dollars to tailor a movie for me. Simply because I said I missed him, he braved a heavy snowstorm and walked over a dozen miles to visit me on set. Even on our wedding day, he had our love story broadcast on commercial screens worldwide, allowing seven billion people to witness our perfect romance. But deep down, I knew that my child and I were nothing but pawns to make his first love regret her decisions. Later, he got what he wanted, and I completely disappeared from his world. Yet, he went crazy… ***** “Are you sure you want to take this international flight? It’s a 30-hour journey, and such a young child might not be able to bear it.” “Yes, I’m sure.” After receiving my affirmative reply, the airline staff on the phone asked for my personal information and remarked, “You and Mr. Whitmore must have a great relationship. Are you going to Acria for a vacation together?” I smiled and didn’t respond. I just gently patted my daughter, who was sound asleep in the stroller. Acria was remote and sparsely populated. There, no one would recognize me or Mason. Only in that place could I give Anna a normal childhood. A moment later, I received a notification on my phone that the flight ticket had been successfully booked. The agent called, “Your flight ticket and documents are almost ready. The visa will likely take about another month to come through.” I thought, “A month…” I lowered my gaze, my eyes fixed on the printed itinerary by the bed. In the past, Mason always avoided being on camera, but this time, he agreed to join a couples’ variety show for the sake of our daughter. The destination for the final episode of the show was Uchya. That was where I decided to marry him. At that time, I was already a somewhat famous actress. Afraid of being recognized, we always moved around in secret. He was willing to stay with me without any complaints. By the deserted arch bridge, he handed me a contract and knelt on one knee before me, saying, “Charlotte, I’ve acquired the best film agency in the industry to support you. Have you considered giving me a rightful place in your life? I promise I will give you the most perfect love in the world. Back then, I didn’t know that, in truth, he had already broken his promise from the start. His so-called perfect love was nothing but a massive lie. The only person he ever loved was Harper Sterling, the first love who had resolutely abandoned him when he fell into a financial crisis. Later, after returning to the country, the two of them got entangled once again. And I, along with our child, were nothing more than tools he used to make her regret her choices after his success. The door creaked softly. Mason gently wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. The natural scent of sandalwood immediately enveloped me. “Darling, did Anna make a fuss today?” I shot him a cold look, subtly pushing him away, and asked, “Why are you back so early?” He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I missed my precious ones.” As he spoke, our daughter in the stroller began to cry. Mason, usually strict and decisive in public, immediately bent down and picked up Anna, gently rocking her in his arms. He let her wriggle around and wrinkle his expensive shirt. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Daddy will make you some milk…” With that, he carried her into the kitchen. The glass door muffled the sound. His back was broad, and Anna obediently lay on his shoulder. While making milk for our daughter, he didn’t forget to warm up a bowl of dessert for me. Love for the wife and pampering of the daughter, what a heartwarming scene. But the next moment, a sharp ringtone broke the silence. The caller ID showed a sun emoji. My eyelashes fluttered, and I picked up Mason’s phone, which he had casually left on the coffee table. As soon as I answered, a cry echoed from the other end. “Mason, you already have a wife and a daughter. Why do you keep sleeping with me over and over again? What do you even take me for…” What a dramatic, tragic storyline it was, if the male lead hadn’t been my husband, that is. Mason, still unaware of what had just happened, gently shook Anna’s small hand in the kitchen and waved at me. He mouthed to me, “I love you.” The woman on the phone was still crying. I forced a bitter smile at him but didn’t respond to his silent declaration of love. After all, from that moment on, I no longer wanted that love.
When Mason returned with the milk bottle, his gaze automatically shifted to the two identical phones on the coffee table. “Who called you just now?” I answered honestly, “It’s your phone.” The moment my words fell, his expression stiffened. He quickly grabbed the phone and started checking the call log. It wasn’t until his finger stopped on the sun emoji that I casually added, “Maybe it was a wrong number. I only said a quick hello, and then there was complete silence. “I waited for over twenty seconds without hearing anything, so I just hung up.” With that, I took Anna from his arms and, feigning innocence, asked, “What’s wrong? You look a little strange, honey.” Of course, he shook his head. With a smile, he gently pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “I suddenly feel like I love you even more.” After saying that, he awkwardly changed the subject. “Anna’s birthday happens to fall during that variety show. I planned to invest an extra few hundred thousand dollars to book the venue and celebrate her first birthday on the show.” I looked down at our daughter, sitting on the carpet and playing with toys, and though I was about to refuse, the words got caught in my throat. After all, it would be her only birthday with both parents present. ***** On the day of the recording, Mason held Anna in one arm, his other hand firmly holding mine. In front of us, a six-tiered cake full of childish charm stood, decorated with vibrant colors. “Anna, do you like the cake?” Colorful ribbons cascaded down in response, and Anna waved her little hands, reaching for them. She giggled and babbled excitedly. But then, without warning, a few words suddenly slipped out. “Da… Daddy!” The moment I clearly heard the sound, I stared in disbelief at my smiling daughter. A mix of emotions surged within me. Mason, on the other hand, was visibly thrilled, his expression showing unmasked joy. “Honey, did Anna just call me ‘Daddy’? Sweetheart, call it again,” he urged, his excitement showing. Under great excitement, he announced he would give every staff member on set a monetary gift worth several thousand dollars. Immediately, the dozens of staff members present broke into smiles, eager to shower Anna with praise. I held Anna’s hand and finally, from the heart, flashed a genuine smile because of her. Amidst the joyful atmosphere, there was suddenly a loud crash from the filming crew’s side. Following the sound, I looked over to see a woman with an innocent appearance, her eyes welling with tears, standing next to the knocked-over tripod. She shot a deep, lingering glance at Mason before she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and turned to run off. Mason, who had just made a promise, instinctively stepped forward but froze when our eyes met, his expression quickly retracting. He complained in a low voice, trying to hide his true emotions, “No professionalism at all! Who brought this person in?” But when it came time for Anna’s first birthday ceremony, he seemed distracted. His gaze repeatedly flicked towards the filming crew as if searching for someone. As nightfall approached, he made an excuse to leave, saying he had something urgent to attend to. The ancient town, with its small bridges and flowing water, was bathed in the soft glow of yellow lights. It was almost nine o’clock. According to Mason’s original plan, we were supposed to take Anna to the Blessing Bridge to make Anna’s first birthday wish. But he still had not returned. The crew was waiting, and I sensed something was off. Reluctantly, I had no choice but to hurry and search for Mason with Anna in my arms. As we passed by the arch bridge, I caught sight of two intertwined figures in the shadows beside the bridge. The moment I heard the sound, I instinctively covered Anna’s ears. But I could only helplessly endure their intimate, breathy whispers piercing my eardrums. “Harper, why are you crying? Can’t you bear it?” Mason gripped her wrist tightly, pressing her body against the rough tree trunk. His voice carried a clear tone of mockery. “If you hadn’t gone abroad back then, you’d be the one walking the red carpet and getting admired. And today, it would be our child calling me ‘Daddy’. “Harper, do you regret it?” In the shadows, I couldn’t make out Harper’s expression, but her broken sobs were crystal clear. “Mason, I beg you, let me go, please.” Yet, as she pleaded, her bare arms clung to him even tighter. I watched them, more and more consumed by their passion, a cold smile spreading across my face. But inside, a great sorrow surged in my chest. Without noticing, the hand covering Anna’s ears relaxed unconsciously. At this moment, with a loud bang, the fireworks scheduled initially for 9:09 PM shot up into the sky. As our initials spread across the night, Anna, in my arms, was startled by the explosion and immediately began crying loudly. Not far away, the two entangled figures froze, their movements suddenly coming to a halt.
My heart skipped a beat, and in my panic, I held Anna tighter, afraid of being discovered. But soon, I realized my worry was completely unnecessary. The dazzling fireworks only deepened the intimacy between Mason and Harper. He was fully immersed in their passion, completely oblivious to the cries of his daughter, whom he usually cherished like a treasure. Given that, I saw no reason to continue playing along with him. I tightened my hold on the still-sobbing Anna, swallowing the bitterness that welled up inside me. With a resolute turn, I quickly sent a message to my manager: [Stop the film. I’m quitting the industry.] ***** Back at the hotel, Anna was already drowsy, her eyes half-closed. After settling her down, I began packing up our things. Less than half an hour later, the door was hurriedly pushed open. Mason, his clothes disheveled, stormed in. “Charlotte…” He looked at me, his eyes showing unmasked panic. “Why did you suddenly stop filming? Are you feeling sick?” I didn’t look up, my voice calm and distant. “I’m just tired.” His face stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly apologized, his tone sincere. “Sorry, darling. I went off to prepare a surprise for you and lost track of time.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and showed me an electronic contract. “These past two years, you’ve had to delay so much work for Anna. I’ve arranged 10% of the company’s shares for you, along with some foreign estates and islands as gifts. “Charlotte, you’ve worked so hard this year!” The assets worth a few hundred million dollars were transferred to my name just like that. If I hadn’t caught them entangled just now, I might have actually believed he still had some feelings for me. After speaking, Mason leaned in, reaching for Anna to hold her. I looked at his hand, still wearing the wedding ring, and felt a wave of nausea. Just a few minutes ago, that hand had been gripping Harper’s wrist, and they had been entangled in passion in the wilderness. And now, he had put on his good father mask, reaching to hold my pure, innocent daughter. As I was about to stop him, Anna, in the crib, seemed to sense something and suddenly burst into loud, heart-wrenching cries as if she despised Mason’s touch. A look of panic flashed across his face, and he seemed momentarily at a loss. I calmly picked up Anna, saying, “She is sleeping. Please don’t disturb her.” As he repeatedly encountered setbacks, Mason’s expression became increasingly awkward. He didn’t know what to say. After glancing at us a few times, he simply muttered a soft okay. For the next two days, Mason seemed to be busy with something, coming and going at all hours, but I didn’t care. He only told me that the manager was handling the issue regarding the filming pause and asked me to stay in Uchya for a while. I didn’t refuse, as there were still some formalities I hadn’t completed for leaving him. It wasn’t until the twentieth day that I finally received a message from my agent saying everything had been taken care of. But to my surprise, that very evening, Harper knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw her, her face covered in tears. The moment she saw me, she suddenly knelt at the doorstep with a thud. “Ms. Gomez, please help me…” She shoved a medical report into my hands, her voice cracking in despair. “I’m pregnant, and the child is Mason’s. “Ms. Gomez, Mason and I grew up together. He promised me that he would love only me in this lifetime. From the very beginning, his marriage to you, having children with you, was all to provoke me, to force me to come back to him! “You are so beautiful. Why hold on to this marriage? But me… my child and I need Mason! “I beg you, I beg you to return him to me!” At that moment, the elevator bell rang from nearby. The sound of rolling luggage wheels echoed. Mason lifted his gaze, and upon seeing Harper kneeling at my feet, the smile on his face completely froze. “Charlotte!” He hurried to my side, not sparing even a glance for Harper. His voice, filled with panic I had never heard before, broke through the air. “What nonsense did she say to you?” I smiled, but there was no smile in my eyes. “She said… she’s pregnant with your child.” “That’s nonsense!” Before I could even finish, he sharply interrupted, his rebuttal instant and forceful. When he looked down at Harper, there was a genuine, unmistakable anger in his gaze. “Get out, now!” Harper trembled at his shout, her eyes flashing with a mix of unwillingness and defiance. But in the end, she still stood up and left. I watched her retreating figure, feeling nothing but ridicule. Mason spoke of loving me, yet his actions showed an apparent tenderness toward Harper. Even when she audaciously caused a scene in front of me, he still shielded her, not even sparing me a chance to scold her. I snapped back to reality. Mason tightened his grip on my hand, urgency, and desperation in his voice as he tried to explain, “Charlotte, you know how much I love you. I’ve given so much to you. How could I possibly cheat with some random, low-tier woman who just popped up out of nowhere? “Trust me, I can’t lose you!” He held my hand, his promise firm and resolute. I was truly exhausted. It seemed easier to go along with him than to expose everything. So, I forced a smile and played the role of the understanding, supportive wife. “You’re my husband. Of course, I believe you.” But this time, when he heard those words, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief like before. I saw the panic and confusion in his eyes gradually intensify. I wondered, “What is he afraid of? Losing me and Anna?” I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh in my heart, saying nothing more. After we returned home, Mason started spending more and more time away. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I was quietly preparing to leave. But on the day our visa was finally approved, Anna suddenly developed a high fever and couldn’t stop crying. On that stormy night, the villa halfway up the mountain was impossible to reach by car, and the driver couldn’t get through either. I was at my wit’s end and had no choice but to call Mason. What I got in return was his soft refusal. “Charlotte, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I just landed. “Anna is older now. Just give her some fever medicine, and she’ll be fine.” I held Anna tightly in my arms, her voice hoarse from crying. For a moment, I was so angry I couldn’t even speak. But Mason didn’t seem to notice at all. After casually responding with a few words, he hung up the phone. In helplessness, I had no choice but to leave the burning-hot child all alone in the backseat. Amidst her cries, I drove to the hospital on my own. On that rainy night, with car accidents on the rise, the emergency room was chaotic, filled with the sound of voices. I was holding Anna, struggling to manage a stack of medical records in my hands. As I was calming her down while she got an IV, my eyes met Mason’s, who was pushing a hospital bed out of the ward. In that brief moment, I saw Harper lying on the bed, her face pale, completely ignoring Mason, who was standing there in a daze. He grabbed my arm first. “Charlotte, it’s not what you think!” he said, opening his mouth to explain. But his hand, which had been hanging at his side, was suddenly grabbed by Harper. Amidst the noise, I only heard her weak voice. “Mason, my stomach hurts so much. Please stay with me…” Upon hearing that, he could only force out a wry smile and softly plead, “Charlotte, this is a misunderstanding. Wait for me to come home and explain. “Please, wait for me!” I ignored him completely. After all, I had no interest in waiting for his explanation anymore. I couldn’t be bothered to watch him wrack his brain for more disgusting excuses in front of me. Since he was so determined to be with Harper, I might as well help this couple. After confirming Anna’s condition with the doctor once again, I immediately changed the flight from a week later to tomorrow. At half past three in the morning, the IV infusion ended. I took Anna back to the villa and placed the divorce papers and wedding ring I had prepared earlier on the coffee table. Without packing a single thing, I headed straight for the airport. Everything here reeked of Mason’s disgusting presence. It wasn’t worth bringing it halfway across the world. The sunrise coincided perfectly with the plane’s boarding. I took a picture with my phone, along with the caption I had prepared in advance, and sent it on Twitter. [Four years of companionship, may we meet again someday.] The next second, my phone started ringing. I looked at the ID “Mason Whitmore” flashing on the screen and coldly pressed the power button to shut it off.
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