“You promised me, once this show airs and you win the award, we’ll go public and still enjoy the benefits of the show’s couple hype.”
Evan remained silent, the lines of his profile tight and tense. Seeing his silence, Lila grew more anxious, her voice trembling with tears.
“Have you forgotten what you told me last night? You said you’ve long lost feelings for her—that being together is just a responsibility, like your left hand touching your right hand, completely meaningless! You said she stays at home every day, lifeless like a boring nanny, unlike me, who can make you happy.”
I bit my lower lip hard, tasting an even stronger metallic bitterness, holding myself back from storming out to tear apart that venomous mouth spewing lies.
Evan seemed to reach out, pulling Lila close by the shoulder and in a soothing tone said softly, “When have I ever broken a promise to you? I’ll take care of it as soon as we get back—cut the knot with a quick stroke.”
Only then did Lila wipe her tears and smile, nestling into his arms. “I knew you cared for me the most! Evan, we will definitely be very happy!” She stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed his cheek.
My mind went blank, all the blood rushed to my head and then froze into ice the next second.
Those cruel words stabbed sharply into my ears. So in his eyes, my years of devotion were just that of a boring nanny?
Evan’s body stiffened for a moment, instinctively glanced around, but in the end didn’t push her away—only whispered urging, “Alright, hurry up and get ready for the next scene.”
That night, before I could recover from that harsh conversation, Lila posted again.
“Today was another day of being coached by the senior on my acting! Gained so much! Someone said I have talent! Keep it up, Lila!”
The accompanying photo was a blurry close-up of a man’s hand holding a script, with studio lights in the background.
I’d recognize that hand as Evan’s even if it turned to ashes!
She was secretly throwing out sugar again, guiding fans to ship the couple, cementing her image as the one favored by the Best Actor.
Fine, you like playing on social media, huh?
I logged into my private Instagram account. From the many photos I secretly took during the day, I selected the one most suggestive yet without direct evidence.
In the photo, Evan’s distinctive back was slightly bowed as he looked at his phone.
The caption was just a simple sentence: “First time here as family. Such a unique atmosphere.”
Sent.
But within half an hour, Evan’s video call came through.
“Honey, why did you go to the film set over there? That place is so bad—messy, full of mosquitoes. You’re already delicate; what if you get bitten or hurt? I’d be heartbroken!”
Heartbroken?
During the day, Lila wiped his sweat and handed him water—he enjoyed it so much. Why didn’t I see him worry about Lila struggling on set?
He forced a smile.
“Feeling bored at home? Missing me? It’s my fault, all my fault! I’ve been too busy lately and neglected you. When I get back, I’ll definitely spend good time with you. Wherever you want to go, it’s fine! Buy bags! Buy clothes! Whatever you want!”
Hearing these once heart-melting sweet words now pierced my heart like a blade. Every word about neglect was a betrayal I witnessed with my own eyes and ears during the day.
“Honey? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to see where you work. Is that not okay?”
“Of course it is! Absolutely!” He immediately jumped in, “Honey, you can go wherever she wants!”
