Everyone Shipped Me With The Wrong Man

After my divorce from Eddie Hancock, everyone expected me to cling to him.Back when Eddie was at the peak of his career, he publicly announced our marriage. Afterward, he shifted into serious acting roles. Every time he won an award, people would ask, "Why does she deserve him? She's so lucky."I was the one who asked for the divorce.I used to sit at home every day, flipping through the calendar, waiting for him to come back. Whenever I called, he'd brush me off with work excuses and hang up.Until a few months ago, when I ran into Bella Mason, the actress from Eddie's new drama, in first class.She greeted me warmly, smiling the whole time."You know what?" she whispered in my ear. "This flight was paid for with his card."She did it on purpose.That was when I finally realized that Bella had been wearing his clothes, using matching phone cases with him, and playing his wife on set the whole time.Just as she wanted, I packed my things and moved out within half an hour of g

I thought Eddie was going to give the bracelet back to me, but he said it belonged to someone else.Now it was on Bella's wrist."Don't argue with him," Bella said in front of the camera. "I want you two to be happy more than anyone."I said nothing.Eddie didn't know.There was another reason I agreed to join this show, something I could never say out loud.In truth, I wasn't here for Eddie at all.Filming took place over the weekend.On Monday at work, my former boss told me, "Logan and Bella are already divorced. He was on a ten-year contract with her father's company, and it finally ended. He's rebuilding his studio, and I recommended you to him."I used to work as an agent in an entertainment group.Following the address she gave me, I went to the studio and saw Logan.Set against the light, his sharp features were highlighted. It was indeed a face made for the screen, and he looked far more distant than I had imagined.I waited outside for a long time.In the end, it

To Logan, this show was probably nothing more than a strategic PR move to smoothly wrap up his marriage.Outside, the snow was falling.Logan was tall, with sharp, chiseled features. He was leaning one hand against the counter as he prepped steak.The domestic vibe was palpable.I snapped a photo of his back and posted it to Instagram, ticking off the mission from the production team.Once we finished eating, Logan didn't even let me touch the dishes.He cleared them up efficiently, washed his hands, and started making the bed for me.There was only one bed.He said he'd take the floor."Does the injury on your waist need fresh bandages?" I asked."I can manage," Logan replied.By the time I showered and stepped out of the bathroom, a thin makeshift bed was already laid out on the floor.Logan was rummaging through his suitcase, pulling out a fresh roll of long bandage.I instinctively averted my eyes and pulled out my phone.A voice note from Eddie popped up.My hands w

It was Sunday evening.For that night's live stream, both couples had to head back to the thermal spring resort where the show first started.To stir up drama, the production team packed all four of us into a single car for the drive back.The livestream chat was still mostly shipping Eddie and Bella, but the tide was subtly starting to turn."Think about it carefully. Unless you're as blind as her husband, Eddie, you'd jump ship to our side too.""They're literally flaunting it right in front of his face, and he's still clueless.""It's probably just a coincidence. She and Logan have never even crossed paths before this."The buzz around Logan and me had spiked significantly. Some crackshippers even went and started a dedicated couple's forum for us.Because of this, right before we got into the car, Louie stealthily slipped me a mission slip. "Open it once you're inside. For your eyes only."Eddie was driving, and the interior was wired with cameras. Bella rushed ahead of me

And I, as fate would have it, was a diligent prefect responsible for catching class-skippers."Can you skip writing me up?"At 16, Logan was lean but broad-shouldered. When he looked up to speak, he possessed an air of casual defiance."No," I said.He told me he was skipping class to go to a free underground film screening—the kind of useless, artsy junk parents despised because it wouldn't make a dime or put food on the table."Fine, Ms. Stout."He spoke so politely that I actually thought he was about to turn around and head back to class. Instead, he let out a whistle and scaled the wall with effortless ease.Having successfully broken out, he glanced back at me. His eyes were defiant yet clear, with a reckless, carefree edge."Go ahead and write it down then."I absolutely despised anyone who broke the rules."Look—Logan from the freshman class is raking in love letters again."My regular bathroom-break companion, future boss, and best friend, Gracie Riley, was leaning