LOGIN"Maggie!" I roar as I cross the threshold. My head housekeeper appears instantly, her eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious Sydney in my arms. "Get a thermometer and a bowl of warm water. And have the kitchen prepare a clear bone broth. Immediately." I carry her into her room and lay her do
"And there...we...go..." With just one click, the divorce proceedings of Sydney and Deckard is launched, meaning there's no take backs now, and it's only a matter of seconds before the world becomes aware. My phone chimes, and I smirk, thinking the notifications are already pouring in, only to be
But Lydia, who has been watching the exchange with a bored expression, suddenly grabs her arm. "Not here, Gia. Don't give her the satisfaction of a scene. We have a reservation." Lydia throws me a look of pure, icy disdain before dragging a fuming Georgia toward the exit. I watch them go, my heart
I run a trembling hand over my face, desperately trying to clear my vision, but it’s a losing battle. The rain, courtesy of three massive industrial overhead sprinklers, is relentless, pouring down on me in icy, heavy sheets that make my skin sting. I’m standing in the middle of a simulated street
I toss the documents onto the desk with more force than necessary, the heavy paper fluttering and then landing in a messy heap. I can’t do this. I take off my reading glasses, letting them dangle from my fingers for a second before dropping them onto the pad, and I rub my eyes until I see stars.
"Bravo, Sydney!" he calls out, stepping into the light. "I knew you still had that spark." Panic flares in my chest. Is he here to serve me more papers? To make a scene? To tell the producers I’m mentally unstable? My breathing turns shallow as he begins walking toward the center of the set, moving







