Declan Reid was allergic to saliva. To scrape together enough money to marry me, he forced himself to take on kissing scenes. He’d even gone into anaphylactic shock once and ended up in the emergency room. Seeing that my family still wouldn’t budge, I secretly eloped with him to another state to get married. I even spent half my assets to pave his way in the entertainment industry. The day he won the Breakthrough Actor Award, he knelt before the cameras, looking straight at me. “From now on, no matter how famous I become, I swear I will never take another kissing scene. It’s only for my beloved wife.” That night, I received a video. In it, he was passionately kissing Willow Thorne, his face flushed with health. Willow pushed him away, breathless, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Mr. A-Lister, no more allergic reactions to my saliva?” Declan smirked, lifting her hips slightly. “You can try again, see what else I’m not allergic to…” Listening to their breathless sounds in the video, I didn’t even blink. With a flick of my wrist, I uploaded it for the whole internet to see. I posted: “A medical miracle! For all your bodily fluid allergy needs, consult Willow Thorne.”
That video instantly went viral. Declan didn’t come to argue with me until midnight like he used to. Instead, he immediately stepped forward, shouldering all the blame himself. “This is our job. Willow’s a newcomer in the entertainment industry; if you have a problem, direct it at me.” The director quickly clarified. “This was just a screen test we filmed. It was accidentally leaked. They’re completely innocent.” Every time Willow appeared in public, her eyes were teary-red. Netizens, heartbroken, insisted they’d misunderstood the two. Before I knew it, the blame was being squarely placed on me. “It’s all Skylar Harper’s fault, throwing a jealous fit, completely disregarding Declan’s livelihood.” “A public figure spreading rumors? So a celebrity’s wife gets to slander people, huh?” They flooded my social media, attacked my endorsement brands. All my partnerships were canceled. My negotiations for a supporting role were scrapped, and I was downgraded to an extra. Declan immediately released another statement that very night, hiring lawyers to sue those harassing me. “My darling wife can be a little spoiled and willful; it’s not her fault.” “Let’s put this behind us; I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” The topic instantly trended again. My Nana Eleanor, who lived in Miami for retirement, heard the news. She had a severe asthma attack and was rushed to the emergency room. “Declan, Nana’s in the hospital!” I cried, banging on his apartment door. The one who opened it was Willow, wrapped in just a towel, practically half-naked. “What’s with all the noise? If someone dies, just ship ’em off to the mortuary…” Water droplets from her freshly washed hair splashed onto my arm, and a bone-chilling cold instantly spread through me. “What are you talking about?!” Declan roughly pulled her aside. “Wife, we were just discussing the script…” He looked strangely flustered, then stepped aside, letting me see the director and screenwriter inside. “Don’t cry. I’ll go with you.” He wiped away my tears, pulled on his coat, and was about to head out. I was too frantic to speak, just nodding wildly. But the director inside called out to him. “Declan, Willow just threw up blood!” Declan immediately froze. “If you hadn’t picked a fight with her this afternoon, she wouldn’t have been so upset she skipped dinner.” The director grumbled, then scooped Willow up and rushed out of the room. As they passed us, Willow looked over, her eyes glistening. “Declan, it hurts so much…” Declan didn’t move. I was so enraged I lost all composure. “Declan Reid, Nana’s in the emergency room!” “If she hadn’t covered the ninety-million-dollar shortfall for your company, you’d be behind bars right now!” Declan gritted his teeth, then suddenly dropped to his knees, bowing his head in a profound gesture of pleading towards the distance. “Wife, Nana Eleanor still has your parents by her side.” “But Willow came to this city alone to make a name for herself; I’m the only one she can rely on.” Declan started out as a struggling extra; he said no one understood that kind of pain better than him. But he’d forgotten that I, too, had only him to rely on in this city. I couldn’t hail a cab, couldn’t book a flight, and stood crying desperately by the roadside. My parents called at five AM, tearing into me with a torrent of accusations. “You ungrateful wretch, your grandma raised you for nothing!” “You sacrificed seeing her one last time for a man? From this moment forward, you’re no longer a part of the Hayes family!” I choked back a sob, trying to explain, but the line was already dead. Just then, the jumbo screen on the building across the street flashed the morning’s entertainment news. Declan was slumped by Willow’s hospital bed, his hand tightly clasped around hers as he slept. I stared at the screen, calling Declan. It rang once, then he picked up. “Wife, did you make it to Miami?” “How’s Nana?” His voice on the other end sounded tired and weary. I wiped away my tears, my voice flat. “Meet me at the courthouse.”
Declan arrived fifteen minutes later. “Wife, I messed up.” He reached for my hand. I moved aside, pointing at Willow, pale-faced behind him. “We’re getting a divorce, and you brought her along to celebrate, huh?” Declan froze. “Divorce? What are you talking about? I came to take you home…” He realized, turning around. “You idiot, what are you doing following me here?” “It’s freezing out there!” He grumbled as he helped her into his own coat. He didn’t notice I was only wearing a shirt from last night, shivering uncontrollably. Willow whimpered, just crying. “I just wanted to be with you…” Before she could finish, I slapped her hard. Willow clutched her face, stumbled back a few steps, and fell to the ground. “Wife, are you out of your mind?!” Declan couldn’t help but scold me. He followed my gaze to the ground, then fell silent. “This is the sapphire pendant Nana Eleanor gave me.” I picked up that custom-cut sapphire ring. “Declan, didn’t you say the cleaning service lost it?” “So why is it on her hand?” Declan pressed his lips together. “Wife, a bracelet like this is nothing for you.” “So you just steal it to give to other women?!” Declan’s face turned cold. “Steal? Come on. I’ll just compensate you for it.” “Give it back.” He held out his hand. “That was my birthday gift to Willow.” Too fed up to argue, I pointed at the courthouse. “Go inside and get a divorce, and I’ll give it back.” Declan chuckled without humor. “This isn’t New York City, Skylar. And you’re not the untouchable socialite in front of me anymore.” He walked in without hesitation. Willow’s faint voice came from behind him. “I’m not short on expensive jewelry, Skylar.” “But you just love taking what’s not yours, don’t you?” I turned back, a smirk on my face. “You’ll soon find out if what you’ve snatched is a treasure or just worthless trash.” Three months after our divorce, Declan announced his engagement to Willow Thorne. He went to film sets with her every day, staying in the same hotel after work. The internet buzzed, saying Declan had found true love only after his divorce. Maya, my assistant, whispered in my ear. “He’s just after Willow’s family’s real estate empire, isn’t he?” I snapped, “Shut up, Maya. Don’t say another word!” But it was too late. Willow, in her high heels, strode up and slapped Maya, making her nose bleed. “What low-level nobody thinks they can talk to me like that?” The Thorne family did wield considerable power in Hollywood, and I was just a mid-tier actress who’d gotten in thanks to my family’s connections back east. I couldn’t fight her now; I could only swallow my pride and apologize. Willow raised an eyebrow, tossing an invitation from her purse. “Declan and my engagement party, Skylar. You simply must come.” Her entourage was large, and fans gathered outside the hotel. I suppressed my emotions, smiling as I took the invitation. “Of course.” The Thorne family’s engagement party was lavish, attended by dignitaries from all walks of life. I never expected the designer dress I’d just borrowed to be stained the moment I walked in. Willow, somehow, found a few goons to corner me right at the entrance of the Thorne estate. “Beg me, dollface, and I’ll let you pass.” The blond thug, a cigarette dangling from his lips, sauntered closer. The next second, Declan, who had just arrived, landed a punch square on his face. “Who the hell do you think you are, laying your filthy hands on her?!”
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