ideal of the world while he worked on the practicality of it. We had different pa

nd power-hun

d fall right into place if he's

d see me but his work and passion was too much that he couldn't even notice me. And when I thought h

I went out of the car and headed straight to the entrance. I don't

e been laying low for a week. The publi

as they heard my footsteps nearing them. My mother stood up from her seat. And the next

u have done things so low and disgusting!" Mommy screamed so loud I could feel my body s

do is ruin things! Now, what about your career? You've built

the ground. Silence stretched in the whole room. I couldn't fa

I'm sorry

ay. I fell to the cold floor. I pursed my li

later," she walked off and I'm lef

tent on divorcing me. My career is ruined. What's left to do? I heard footsteps w

were my mistakes. For years, we lived in the same big old hou

knew those hands like the back of my mind. Those hands I wish held

t's

en process well on the thought that he's actually holding my hand

n actress. It's my dream. The cameras, acting, fans, and everythin

flashes, blinding me, I wish this was also a dream.

t go of my hand. I gripped on it tighter,

ra Huxley. We arranged this presscon to address issues that has spira

ly saying that everything is true? I have no defense against my fam

ading are only intended to destroy my wife's name. They are distorted pictures and there is no c

r his words. We left leaving a stronger impression of our 'perfec

r realized how powerful his influence to the media is. That's why it wa

o do that. He actually saved me. But why? I thought he wa

convince him, it would make sens

e afternoon drinking and it's time to address the elephant in the room. I felt

I cleared my throat when he didn't glanced at my direction. Still lo

ng a banging sound. My lips curled seeing him glance at my direc

runk," he

I asked, never mindi

back to his papers.

hat what

t wh

rugged, "It's wha

t you don't like the lies I put in the media. Why did y

od up from his swivel chair. He never did that for me. Not even once. So, now

vorc

head, stil

No

want. It's your turn t

ca

hates me so much that he would do what I want in exchange of me disappear

as something else, a different reason why he did those thing

lass for us and the last remaining champagne. As dumb as it could sound, I

slowly opened the door, revealing a scene inside. My jaw dropped as I hitched

stabbed my heart a million times. Lorenzo's hand snaking around

r me. Before it could turn worse, I purs

ed, a heavy sigh left my lips. I

oken

ghtered

s I flood myself with it, erasing h