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399words2026-01-26 11:22

Alexander Ford, a movie star now, and I grew up together—from schoolmates to soulmates.
For him, I gave up my own chance at stardom and even switched to working behind the scenes as his agent.
But when he became successful and famous.

A younger, more vibrant junior actress named Bella White started clinging to him.
Between her and me.
He always took Bella’s side.
He let Bella make me suffer, yet insisted he only saw her as a “little sister.”
Then I saw the trending topic online: him and Bella making out on a street corner.
Seriously? Who in their right mind makes out with their "little sister" in public?

Back when Alexander loved me the most.
He risked losing fans at the peak of his career to announce our relationship and propose to me in front of thousands.
That night, all the major platforms crashed.
He lost over a million fans in just hours.

But he thought it was worth it, for me.
We went from school to marriage; it wasn’t easy, but we overcame every obstacle and built a happy life together.
But five years into our marriage.
After Bella White, nearly ten years younger than me, attached herself to him, he changed.
Every time we went out, eight out of ten sentences from him were about her.
Even when I tried changing the subject, he’d find a way to bring her up again,
a rare softness in his smile.
Then today came.
Bella and I share the same birthday.
The film crew threw Bella a birthday party.
After Alexander and I got back to the hotel.
He took a call, his beautiful eyes lighting up with a smile.
Grabbing his jacket, he said, “Rest up. I’m going out for a bit.”"
A part of me felt hopeful.
From morning till night, just because Alexander wished Bella a happy birthday.
The whole crew knew it was her birthday.
Everyone showered her with birthday wishes and gifts.
They even arranged a special party for her, with a custom-made cake – huge and beautiful.
Not one person said "Happy Birthday" to me.
But I didn’t mind any of that.
I thought, as long as Alexander remembers, that’s enough.
He never forgot my birthday before.
So I waited, heart fluttering with excitement.
He must be preparing a surprise for me!
Maybe a gift, or a cake—one meant just for me.