A Heart Sent from Afar to My Love

"Miss Anderson, your body-freezing plan is scheduled to launch in one month. What is the ultimate result you’re aiming for?"

Ashlyn pulled her coat tighter around herself and replied with difficulty, "The plan stays unchanged."

"Then..." Finn Prescott, the project leader, hesitated before continuing, "What about the child you’re carrying? The baby wasn’t accounted for in the plan. Please consider this carefully."

"I will get rid of the baby. It’s my womb and I have the right to make my own decisions."

Ashlyn finally made up his mind after she took a brief glance at her phone, which had just lit up with a message. The words on the screen read, [Dear, rest early tonight. I need to review the script first here.] The message stirred her emotions.

Suppressing her wandering thoughts, Ashlyn trudged toward the bus stop in a daze.

A massive advertisement loomed ahead, making her heart clench.

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On the screen, the celebrated star Davis Miller was down on one knee, holding a large, heart-shaped diamond ring with both hands. The bold, illuminated words "Marry Me" dominated the poster, stabbing at Ashlyn’s eyes and heart.

That handsome face had been with her for ten long years and she had poured the best years of her youth into this man.

"Excuse me, Miss, could you move aside? You’re blocking our photos and check-in spot!"

Ashlyn blinked, realizing that the "miss" the two girls in wedding dresses were addressing was her.

"My idol said he’ll collect 10,000 photos of fans while wearing wedding dresses and organize a massive wedding event for us all. Oh my gosh, how can he be so romantic?"

The two young women, dressed in strapless wedding gowns despite the late autumn chill, posed enthusiastically in front of the poster. They were utterly captivated by Davis’s charming smile.

They did not know the truth, that Ashlyn had been the one to discover and nurture Davis. They did not know that she had orchestrated this extravagant "Weddings of a Thousand Dreams" campaign with the D family’s most luxurious jewelry.

To secure the endorsement deal, she had exhausted her connections and drunk herself into a bleeding stomach.

What she had not anticipated was that the man she had supported through ten years of relentless self-discipline and helped rise to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry would do something as ridiculous as holding a "harem selection" under the guise of a fan event.

Three days ago, Ashlyn had discovered she was pregnant. She had been overjoyed, so she had planned to set the photo of the positive pregnancy test, the two stripes, as his phone’s screensaver. It was meant to be a sweet surprise for him to see when he emerged from his shower.

However, everything shattered when she accidentally uncovered a hidden dual system on his phone and there was an unfamiliar chat application within it that she had never seen before.

There were photos of girls selected from his fan club, accompanied by explicit messages that made Ashlyn’s entire body tremble.

[Big breast.]

[Waist: 52 cm. Hips: 84 cm.]

[Voice during…]

He had written down every detail of every experience!

The video footage felt like an overwhelming tidal wave, churning Ashlyn's already fragile stomach.

Pinned at the top of the chat software was a message accompanied by a selfie of a woman with heavy makeup and a sultry figure. The photo had been sent at 10 PM the previous night.

At the same time, Ashlyn had received a message from Davis, showing him taking a selfie in the crew room while holding a script. [Nite nite. I'm going to sleep after finishing the script. Babe, get some rest. See you tomorrow. My love for you can’t be summed up in a thousand words omitted.]

Ashlyn wiped away her tears and then hastily used a private account that concealed her identity and randomly added a few accounts before adding a comment, [High-priced commercial shoot, immediate contract.]

To her surprise, the account named Behind The View quickly approved her request.

The first post she saw in the account’s feeds revealed a painfully familiar scene. The background was unmistakably the bedside of the hotel where Davis’s crew was staying.

In the lower right corner of the photo, the edge of a small umbrella that was half-used was clearly visible.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped Ashlyn out of her trance. She hurriedly returned the phone to its original position just in time.

Davis emerged from the bathroom, a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, exposing his chiseled mermaid lines. Water droplets clung to his lean muscles and the heat of the steam still lingered around him.