The Ex-Husband ’s Regret I Shot to Fame Overnight After Our Divorce CHAPETR 3

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12:00 am, Slow Life set

Dwight sat comfortably in the yard, his posture relaxed as he chatted with Mr. Watson. His deep laughter, smooth and effortless, carried across the garden like. the hum of a beautiful melody.

I watched him, tall and effortlessly charismatic, his attention completely on Belinda as she talked animatedly beside him. Her laughter was light, teasing even, like the sound of a bell, drawing smiles from Mr. Watson and Dwight. The sight of them together, laughing and exchanging easy banter, was… unsettling.

“Dinner’s ready!” I called, wiping my hands on my apron as I carried the dishes to the table. My voice felt small, a sharp contrast to the hearty laughter filling the yard.

They made their way to the table, still engrossed in conversation. Belinda, with her long legs and bright, carefree smile, plopped down next to Dwight as if she belonged there.

I placed the final dish in front of them, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.

Belinda looked down at her bowl and scrunched her nose. “I don’t eat cilantro,”

she muttered.

She didn’t even look at me. Instead, she nonchalantly began picking out pieces of cilantro and placing them into Dwight’s bowl.

He looked at her, exasperated but silent. She giggled, sticking out her tongue playfully before flashing him a mischievous grin.

Mr. Watson, who had been listening in on their exchange, chuckled. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched the two of them interact. “You two seem

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close,” he remarked, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Is that rumor about you. two true? Young love is always

en sweet.”

My heart skipped a beat, though I tried to keep my face neutral. I focused on ladling soup into everyone’s bowls, my hand steady despite the turmoil inside me.

Dwight leaned back, crossing his arms, his expression casual. “No, it’s not true,” he said dismissively.

Belinda’s smile faltered for just a split second. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but I noticed. She quickly recovered, laughing brightly. “Don’t get the wrong idea, sir! Dwight and I are just really good friends.”

Belinda continued with her story, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the

whole set. “You see, Dwight and I used to date. And let me tell you, he was perfect. He took care of me so well I felt like I was becoming completely dependent him. I couldn’t stand it! I needed to grow, to become independent. So, I broke it off. But we’re still close–best friends, actually.”

Her carefree attitude drew laughter from the table, including the elder, who

seemed thoroughly entertained by her lively personality.

I forced a smile, the weight in my chest growing heavier.

оп

Mr. Watson, still chuckling, asked, “So, what kind of man are you looking for now?”

Belinda didn’t miss a beat. “Tall, handsome, steady… someone who likes to read. Oh, and he should look good in glasses, a black shirt, and gray pants.”

The table erupted in laughter.

I stayed quiet, offering a small smile. It wasn’t until Mr. Watson, noticing my silence, turned to me that I felt the heat of their attention. “Sylvia, if I remember

correctly, your phone lock screen is a picture of Dwight, right? How come your idol is sitting right here, and you’re not saying anything? Are you shy?”

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The room seemed to

fall silent. My hands froze for a moment before I forced them

to continue slicing the bread in front of me. I looked up, my eyes meeting Dwight’s. His gaze was sharp, piercing, but his lips held a faint, teasing smile, as though he was enjoying my discomfort.

Belinda, always eager to be part of the conversation, suddenly pulled out her

phone. “Sylvia! Do you have Dwight as your lock screen too? No way!” She giggled

and turned her phone around to show everyone. “This is my lock screen–it’s a picture I took of Dwight while he was sleeping on set. Isn’t he cute? If you like it, Sylvia, I can send it to you…”

The photo on her screen felt like a slap in the face. There was Dwight, asleep,

looking so peaceful.

Their faces were almost touching; it was so intimate it made my skin crawl.

ay from a kiss.

To an outsider, it would have looked like they were moments away

I smiled, though I felt the weight of something much darker settling over me. “You two really look good together,” I said quietly, my voice calm despite the storm.

inside.

Suddenly, Dwight’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. He took a long sip from his cup of rice wine, his eyes flickering between Belinda and

me.

Belinda laughed, oblivious. “Well, thanks, Sylvia! But like I said, we’re just friends. No need to worry!”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I bowed my head focusing on the food in front of me.

As soon as the director’s voice echoed through the set, signaling the break, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding

My wound, a reminder of the surgery a few days ago, began to throb. It was subtle at first, just a dull ache, but as the hours passed, it pulled tighter and tighter, until

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the pain was impossible to ignore.

I could feel the stitches tugging with each movement, but I had refused to let anyone see how bad it really was. Weakness was not an option in this industry–especially for a woman like me.

I headed inside, away from the noise of the set, away from the people. I briskly walked to my dressing room–it wasn’t much; it was basically just a break room. with a couple of chairs, mirrors, tables, and a half empty kettle–but it was quiet.

I sat down with a heavy sigh and reached into my bag to find the bottle of painkillers the doctor had prescribed after the surgery. I hadn’t taken them all morning, wanting to keep my mind sharp, but now the pain was unbearable. I unscrewed the cap and was about to take a pill when the door swung open.