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Instead, he packed a bag and left that very night.
I had hoped we'd end things with some semblance of dignity.
But the next day, I received a call from the director who had mentored me early in my career called me.
Furious, he said, "Chloe, it was you who insisted I give Liam a chance to sing the theme song for my film. Now he's backing out at the last minute?"
After we married, I had poured all my energy into building Liam's career.
I'd pleaded with my mentor for a long time before he finally agreed—as a personal favor to me—to offer Liam this opportunity.
All the arrangements were set, only the contract remained unsigned—and now he had withdrawn without consulting me.
The bitter irony struck moments later when I saw Liam's studio post about a commercial performance.
Standing beside him, hand in hand, was his ex-wife—Mia Williams.
Humiliated and furious, I hailed a cab directly to the venue.
From a distance, I saw Mia distributing New York cheesecakes to the crew.
"I mentioned I loved these, so Liam flew to another city early this morning just to get them fresh for me."
The people around them cheered. "You two are so sweet together! When's the wedding? Don't forget to invite us!"
Mia blushed, looking every bit the blissful newlywed.
Furious, I strode over and knocked the cheesecakes out of her hand.
"Who is this? Security! Escort her out immediately!"
It was Liam's own assistant who spoke.
How bitterly ironic—after two years of marriage, his own assistant didn't recognize me.
Mia was startled at first, then her eyes swept over me with a smug, triumphant glee, though her voice remained gentle.
"Sweetie, are you one of Liam's fans? Would you like an autograph or a photo?"
I ignored her completely, and stared straight at Liam. "Why did you turn down the film theme song?"
"That? He does what I say. Let me explain."
Mia stepped forward, answering for him while maintaining her kind facade.
"I compared the offers—the film song isn't worth it. Commercial performances significantly better. We just got back together, and our future expenses will be considerable. Liam says we're planning to move to a larger home soon."
She even lowered her eyes with feigned shyness.
I took a deep breath, struggling to maintain composure.
"Really? But Liam told me the divorce show was entirely scripted. I heard he's already married?"
For the first time, Liam's calm expression shattered into a panic.
He pulled me aside, his voice a tense whisper, "Chloe, stop making a scene. We'll discuss this at home. You still want to continue acting, don't you?"
It wasn't a suggestion—it was a threat, ordering me to remain silent and leave.
Seeing how nervous Liam was, Mia's eyes reddened, and she called over the media.
"I know you have feelings for him, but do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed? He's my whole life! He needs me too."
She began to cry, covering her face with her hands.
"You're so young and beautiful—I'm sure you can find someone better. But he's all I have."
The crowd around us began to murmur, fingers pointing in my direction—all taking Mia's side.
"Isn't that the woman who photoshopped the marriage certificate?"
"How shameless. Mia is so kind and devoted—why would he want anyone else?"
"Liam's talented, handsome, and sweet—of course he attracts obsessive fans. But I've never seen one brave enough to confront the wife like this."
Emboldened by the public support, Mia looked at me with unveiled contempt.
Rage surged through me, hot and blinding.
I took out our marriage certificate, holding it high for all to see.
"Take a good look," I said, my voice cutting through the noise. "Now tell me—who's the other woman here?"
