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I spent three full days in the hospital, which had felt like a lifetime.
The sterile smell, the constant beeping of machines, and the white walls made me restless. I hated hospitals–it reminded me just how weak and fragile we all truly
were.
But I couldn’t let that stop me. I had to get back to work.
Slow Life, our countryside variety show, was in the middle of filming a new
episode, and as a regular cast member, I couldn’t miss it. Not even for my health.
The production team had been buzzing about our upcoming guests. Apparently, they were a rumored couple, a pair with undeniable chemistry and enough intrigue to keep the media spinning in circles.
9:30 am, dressing room on the set for Slow Life.
As I was getting ready for the day, getting camera ready in my dressing room, my phone rang. A number I didn’t recognize flashed across the screen.
Hesitant, I picked it up, and a man’s voice–altered and unrecognizable–came
through the speaker.
“I’m here to find someone,” he said, his tone steady but mysterious.
The words felt strange, almost rehearsed.
“There’s someone I haven’t seen in a long time,” he continued, “and I miss her.”
My heart skipped a beat.
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“Who is this?‘
But before I could ask, the line went dead, leaving me standing there, my phone
still pressed to my ear.
A sickly thought crept into my mind, but I quickly shook it off. ‘No. It couldn’t be
him.”
10:30 am, Slow Life set.
We were back at the quaint countryside set.
The late autumn breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the smoke from a nearby fire. I stood there, arms wrapped around a bundle of firewood, my clothes dusted with ash from earlier chores.
But that calm shattered when the courtyard’s wooden gate creaked open.
I heard footsteps before I saw him.
The man standing there made my breath catch in my throat.
No matter what was going on between us, there was one undeniable fact.
Dwight was stunning.
His chiseled features, deep–set brown eyes, luscious slicked–back black hair, and smooth skin made him seem like a model. His towering six foot frame made him a presence in every room, and even through his clothes, you could see his excellent physique.
When he walked in, I couldn’t help but look into his eyes, which always seemed to
see right through me.
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Even after all this time, I would have recognized him anywhere.
Dwight… the man my heart was aching for.
For a moment, everything froze.
Not for Dwight, who despised reality TV.
He had always avoided any form of public appearances, insisting that his privacy was sacred, something we needed to fiercely protect.
So why was he here?
What was going on?
The words from the phone call echoed back to me. “I’m here to find someone.”
As our eyes met, his then swept over me as if I were nothing more than a piece of
scenery, something to be overlooked. There was no recognition in his gaze, no warmth. The icy indifference in his expression was like a slap to the face.
My heart, which had been racing with anticipation, suddenly felt heavy.
Behind him, another figure emerged, her radiant smile lighting up the space
around her.
Belinda.
I hadn’t seen her in person before, but her face had been all over the news,
splashed across entertainment headlines alongside Dwight’s.
I had never believed them. Not at first.
But now, standing here, watching her slide up next to him so easily, so comfortably, something inside me shifted.
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“Hi everyone!” Belinda called out with a wave, her voice bright and playful. She looked directly at me, her smile widening, as if she could sense the turmoil brewing beneath my calm exterior.
“So it’s them,” I murmured under my breath. The “rumored couple” the production
team had been excited about–of course, it was Dwight and Belinda.
My inner wolf, the wild part of me that had howled with joy at the thought that
Dwight had come for me, fell silent. I could almost hear it retreating, tail between its legs, as Belinda took her place beside him.
Dwight’s gaze flickered briefly over me again, cold and distant. He didn’t say a
word. Instead, he turned to our senior cast member, Mr. Watson, a man who had
been a staple on TV for years.
Dwight’s face lit up as he approached him, his voice suddenly full of warmth. “Mr.
Watson, it’s been far too long! How have you been?”
The two exchanged pleasantries, Dwight shaking the older man’s hand with at sincerity that stung. He could turn on the charm when he wanted to, that much. was clear. And now, he was doing it for Belinda’s sake.
She stood by his side, bowing respectfully. “Mr. Watson, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s an honor to finally meet you in person,” she said sweetly.
I had to admit, Belinda looked the part. Even with such a tiny frame, her legs were long and slender, and her figure was one to dream of. Furthermore, what she lacked in height, she made up for through charm.
Her striking green eyes, beautiful face, and bright smile were always on display, and her long, cascading red hair only accentuated her features.
“Our new drama is filming nearby,” he explained to Mr. Watson, though his words. seemed more for the crew than anyone else. “When we found out you were here, I knew I had to stop by and pay my respects.
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Belinda smiled and added, “Yes, Dwight insisted we come.” She shot a quick glance in my direction, a sly curve to her lips, a hint of challenge in her eyes.
It was then that I realized what this was. Dwight was here for her, to smooth the path for her, to introduce her to the right people, to ingratiate her into the circles that mattered. He was helping her climb the ladder.
My grip tightened on the firewood in my arms, the rough edges biting into my skin, grounding me in the moment.
Five years of marriage, and he had never once publicly acknowledged me. Not in
interviews, not at events.
